Insanity

Insanity spins around inside my head.
If it doesn't stop I'll soon be dead.
I want to love but I want to kill,
either one would be a thrill.
I have no love but I feel it too.
The insanity drives inside my head just like a screw.
I'm nervous and twitchy,
I see things too.
I don't trust anyone not even you.
I know the world is out to get me.
I hate the world it's sick and crude.
People make me wretch they're deceptive and quite rude.
Despite it all I need that freind,
who'll help me put the insanity at an end.
So take my hand I'll tell my tale.
I'll shock you with my personall hell.
In the end though we'll both be better,
because we'll have understanding and eachother.

poem by Michael McParland
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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