The Insane

This world did not know what to do with herShe was too muchToo loudToo of everything

She was moreMore of everythingThey kept telling her she was one of themshe lookedfearfully began to accept

until she wasn'tall of her passionall of her sanityit cost her

she looked aroundno onereallylooked like her

she did not feel lonely thoughonly suffocated

where was she supposed to be in all the darknessand this darkness not her own

not a good kind of darknessa consuming dirty one

one and all the sameone and all of the any carried

she did not

she could not

it would kill herwhat she felt insidenothing could explaincould this be a part of the playgroundwas she tooto be inspectedto be soldto be ensuredto be knownand yet always stay unknownlike all the sanitorialsshe knew exactly where she belonged

but that part of the story to the citizens of the Brave New Worldstill kept unknown

she saw too muchborn with a deadly awareness

wish she could forget and live like the cold ice darknessand wish she was not the warmth who kept the peace

wish she had not been the locuschanneling all that comes on aboard

wish she could forget how to empathizemistaking things that she never owned

they kept telling her she wasn't specialno such thing as unique

but when she was gonethey could gladly name her

The Insane