Insane/The Re-incarnation

 

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I do not want you to understand me

In fact, I do not want you to remember my face

For I am the girl you remember

I am not the sister you remember

A reincarnation,

What you will call Insane

For the things I speak, remain unspoken

Hidden, because ears burn upon utters

For the sane will clothe it

Hide it behind veils of decency

I was never decent

I was born loud

Unashamed

Blunt

..I repeat, you can’t tie me into a neat bow

The day I wanted to be sane

I lost my glory

Well, welcome to the insane

Where normalcy is unknown

Noisy chants

You don’t have to understand the gimmicks

Of the insane.