What haunts my mind so that I believe I am,
like Alice in Wonderland?
Is it wrong to be like this?
To be tormented with perpetual bliss.
Sanity locked away in the corners of my mind
as if it committed a crime.
My words are so straight
they are bent in a loop.
People fear me because
they know what I say is true.
Maybe it is not I who is crazy,
but it is you.