Sanity

My smile reflects sunlight, but the frown beneath it shades my heart.  My tears are hidden beneath my joyous facade, and I blink away the tears.  I'm lonely, and I feel like I am falling away.  Cold hands surround me, but barely keep me afloat in this raging sea of emotion.  My razorblades are packed away, though always visible with my eyes closed.  I don't need to magnify my scars, they are visible to the impaired.  Perhaps I even give off an ora that speaks my story without uttering a word.  I still feel the crimson stains upon my carpet, and the wallpaper of my clouded mind, and its painful to shake the thoughts away.  Am I alone or is it just my imagination?  I truly see myself crippled in the corner of a vacant room, with no sunlight to keep me company.  I've lost touch with the real world.  I've created my own asylum to live in, and in the same moment, I've slipped away from my sanity, but sanity is just a comfort blanket.  Its another fairytale fed to you and your children.  It's time for the world to break free of normalcy, accept difference, and become individual.1