EverYtiMe

Every time
I come to this point
I look at my mind
I see all the bad as well as the good

I stare, I wonder
The world without me
Me without a conscience
Why can’t I win?

I seem so well mannered
And so nice
Not the typical guy
But my smile is masking insanity

I smell things that aren't there
I see people that aren't here
I feel feelings I know are dead
I hear sounds that have died

I over-analyze myself
I’m such a prick
And as I write this
I know someone thinks I’m a d__k

Let em
Because I’m a realist
People will always hate
Hate what’s different (The Insane)