The Insane

This world did not know what to do with her

She was too much

Too loud

Too of everything

She was more

More of everything

They kept telling her she was one of them

she looked

fearfully began to accept

until she wasn't

all of her passion

all of her sanity

it cost her

she looked around

no one

really

looked like her

she did not feel lonely though

only suffocated

where was she supposed to be in all the darkness

and this darkness not her own

not a good kind of darkness

a consuming dirty one

one and all the same

one and all of the any carried

she did not

she could not

it would kill her

what she felt inside

nothing could explain

could this be a part of the playground

was she too

to be inspected

to be sold

to be ensured

to be known

and yet always stay unknown

like all the sanitorials

she knew exactly where she belonged

but that part of the story to the citizens of the Brave New World

still kept unknown

she saw too much

born with a deadly awareness

wish she could forget and live like the cold ice darkness

and wish she was not the warmth who kept the peace

wish she had not been the locus

channeling all that comes on aboard

wish she could forget how to empathize

mistaking things that she never owned

they kept telling her she wasn't special

no such thing as unique

but when she was gone

they could gladly name her

The Insane