An Oxymoronic Hypicritical Irony Of The Mind

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I wish they had insanity as a genre, that would be nice. This piece isnt very good, but I like it.

Submitted: December 20, 2007

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An oxymoronic rhythm
Playing in my head’
Telling me I’m not alive
While surely I’m not dead
A hypocritical sense of truth
As it sings to me of being free
While keeping me locked up in my head
And silently it tells me
"Everything you thought was true,
Is actually a lie,
And every one you ever trusted
Is merely waiting, for you to die."
As I look back I realize
How ironic it really was
All the time I spoke of being sane
When insanity was the cause
I don’t believe in god you know
Yet I curse you all in his name
And sometimes I would pray to him
Even though I believed it vain
But I’m just f***ed up like that I guess
And this is my only truth
As I sit here dialing 911
In this non-existent phone booth.


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