My existence.

Psychopathic nature is my existence.
Discussions, Conversations, are somethings I Despise.
I'm clearly Distressed, in the very depth of the word.

Admitted. Its wrong, wrong, wrong. Staring straight at me.

I'm a stranger to Light. Darkness, Oh Sweet.
Perhaps. Probably. Cause we take our eyes off the world, off the Road,
off the niche, that we wander.
Wandering, is Clean. And pitched.
Just the other day I met you. And I Hated it. Sorry.
I cling to not to get Sentimental.
To the unflinching truth which sways past you, and you Swish.
Lets all fall into the trap of Answering Back, of Revolution,
Of being No one, Of being the fire, the Activist, of being, You.
You in Black, Me in Red. Lets Commute.
Not you , you Ass...
I wont make you cry, Cause its not a part of the Plan.
But I wont Crumble when You Cry.
Neither Would I.


You guessed right: Schizophrenia.