They said it was madness,
I tried to tell them that they didn’t know my definition of love
My definition of existing
They told me I was self-destructive,
I told them if I did not destruct myself, someone else would
And that I would rather battle my own demons
than fight the internal war of another
Did they not know that sadness was by far more intricate than happiness?
Did they not know that obsessions were far more powerful than content?
I tried to tell them that there was no natural state,
there IS no natural state
To be happy, to be sad, is relative
To be happy, to be sad, is subjective.
hetrogene 