Trial of the Insane

I'm the one, who is again abandoned, verging on insanity,
Wishing things went untold and without a say.
But when ones pain is too strong to subside
You want others to know exactly why you're that way.

It began years and years ago, so long ago to even count,
To that day where life caught up and all you could do was wait.
It was a night when not even the moon could shed light below,
And all that lurked came out of the bistered shadows.

Only 'They' knew what 'They' came exactly for
Nobody else could even know, even guess.
For their cryptic ritual was never to be announced,
Just another nonexistent route redeemed lifeless.

'They' seized me in the midst of the billowing night
Nothing but them and me stood within my four walls
'They' swarmed me with their tentacles of darkness
And took me under their bellowing calls

'They' said they'd take me somewhere only few have gone
I wouldn't be back, and if I did, the journey wouldn't be done.

I disappeared for weeks on end, maybe even months
It seemed I'd never be back again, just another missing carcass
So when people found me in the forest's edge one evening
Everyone couldn't believe his or her own eyes.
That me, found with life, was just as you and I.

I was pronounced demented, clearly senseless,
My surroundings not even vivid to my own mind
Placed into somewhere with only glass surrounding me
Observers trying to figure out what they couldn't find.

'They' came and visited me every other night
And told me I wouldn't survive what is left
I couldn't even make past their due point
And even make it up the next step.

I proved them wrong, shoved them away,
'They' are long gone and in someone else's state
I can't believe I've survived through all of this
But now it is only someone else's fate.

I still sit within the four walls of glass
A large white light above me
Chemicals shoved down my throat
I'm still said to be crazy

How do I get out, out of this messed up place?
Easy, I just have to let myself go
But how can you just let go,
When all your life this is what youâ??ve been trying to show?
Show the truth, that many seem to believe,
That an insane person is exactly what the definition says
Instead of a true-life experience, or just some messed up dream?
A trial of angst, of pain and of flesh, you only have to see
That if youâ??re pronounced insane,
That is what you have to be.
And this is just the Trial of the Insane.