Lunatic

There's no way out, I can't escape.
My future's sealed, my life's at stake.
It doesn't matter, if I wasn't here,
I would've killed myself out of fear.

Fear of me, myself, and I,
fear that one day, I would die.
It seems ironic, but that's how I think,
now, since the day my sanity sank.

Here along with the padded walls,
the tired "shrinks," the long dark halls,
I think of friends I never had,
my loving mother, my caring dad.

I make up a new life for me to borrow.
From the "lunatic" in the room below.
She won't notice, she claims to have sixteen.
I guess this is why we're locked up where we can't be seen.

We don't know what's real, and what is not,
in layman's terms, we don't know a lot.
We know what we hear inside of our heads,
and what we dream of laying on our beds.

If you really think, were not much different
from all the messages the world has sent
fake is real, and real is fake.
What you have is not necessarily what you make.

We claim to be sane, but as it's all laid out,
being insane is what the worlds about.
**Stephanie