I question my sanity..

I'm fighting some demons
Understand, it's something
You'll never be able to see...

Some wounds can't be treated,
Non-existent when facing the ignorant
So much so that it's almost imaginary...

Engraved in my mind,
I'm haunted by memories
To the point where I now question my sanity...

It's almost funny,
How the the world's become a mental asylum
Sanity defined by the crowd..

Everyone high on their standards
And those who do not conform
Are not allowed..

Swallowing the same prescribed illusion
And expect you to follow their way..

If you refuse their medication
Then you are the one astray..