The mind of a disturbed
A cruel dark place.
It seems unfamiliar and strange
But yet it is the same old feeling as before
It's clear and pure in its own way
From the outside in darkness radiates.
Step in from the outside and witness the purity within.
This mind knows everything and nothing.
It can tell every little bit of who a person is
what they will become
who they really are.
It is a curse to have this mind.
It is a gift to have this mind as well.
I can control the way people think and act by ways of my own
I reflect upon them what they are, and what they should be doing.
As the people step towards this mind,
Seeing the purity and crystal clear waters.
They see themselves as they believe they are.
I take that vision and try to sculpt them to what they see.
Sometimes for good,
others for bad.
The mind of the disturbed does nothing to make any sense of this
I wander and I seek.
I do as I see fit in my mind of the disturbed.
Simple as that.
I am all people see of me.
No more no less
