Category : Poems

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Have you ever questioned your sanity?

I have. 

Have you ever asked yourself:

Why me?

Why do I think as I do?

Why are there so many voices speaking to me?

Who are they?

I have. 

By all rights and rules of sanity, I definitely qualify as insane. 

But, who is sane?

Not I.

When one is socially outcast, they have no choice but to become more of an outcast. 

We are social beings, when shunned by society, one creates their own society, one has no choice but to socialize with themselves. 

I am this person. 

Fear me.

Society insists that you must fear me.

I am refuse.

Therefore, I must be discarded. 

I have no choice. 

I must adhere to my station in life.

After all, I am responsible for the reality that I have created. 

I live in the shadows, I must, I am not welcome in the light.

I am evil.

If you partake from the mainstream's cauldron of hate.

They want me dead, but they have not seen me die.

They have not seen me reborn. 

I am absolutely mad.

I have lived many lives, and each one of those beings still live within. 

I commune with them daily, they are both me and not me.

They are my creation. 

They are angels. 

They are demons.

They are burdensome yet, they are necessary. 

They help keep me centered 

They help keep me balanced 

I am not good

I am not evil

Yet

I am 

I am good

I am a different being 

I am transformed 

I am repentant 

I am forgiven 

I am accepted 

I am loved

Therefore, 

I am transformation 

I am repentance 

I am forgiveness 

I am acceptance 

I am love

I am