The Obsessive Mind

In a flood 
like a rush 
they wash over me
those thought provoking emotions 
that take me back decades
giving it to me in spades
these visions
this pain
Nonsense
it doesn't make any
the words are indiscernible 
but the intent is there
Some of us are just not born to be glorious
we live our lives sad and furious
in a pathetic attempt to play the game 
in the world that “Normal” created
a place where we are truly demeaned 
often misunderstood
and sometimes hated,
mostly by ourselves.
And we go on, 
and we go on
and we go on
by ourselves