Is It I?

I watch myself day and night in third person. I notice changes, some for worse, and some for better. There is a passion within me, telling me to fight for all my desires. I fight for myself, with myself, for some chance at a change. Exhaustion...

Why can't people let it go?
Why do they persist,
Persist on keeping up the incessant insanity?

Do they notice everything?
Do they lie,
Lie when not a soul believes them?

When will we step up?
When will we stop believing,
Believing in subliminal reality, lies, and the truly insane?

Who are the truly insane?
Who sees them everywhere,
Everywhere I turn, everywhere I wish I didn't see them.

Why?

Or is the question why not?

I wish I knew..
Maybe I do,
Maybe it's you.
What did I really do?

How do you all know what's going on? YOU DON'T KNOW, DON'T TELL ME! Why..I sincerely wish I was just so stupid.. I can't stand being totally aware. It is I who notices how crazy the world really is, and It is I who dare to face it. It is I who dare it to end. It is I who lose the fights, but never have enough of a beating. Is it I who must endure? Is it I who must suffer the reverie of life that is so formulaic? It is I...

Who wishes it were not