Chaos and utter discontentment race through me
Making me feel utterly miserable and thoroughly disgruntled
But to whom do I turn
with these strange feelings that course through me
how do I know whether they are for real
Or just the active ramblings of a bored mind
Its driving me crazy..
Bit by bit
Until I am ready to scream my head off
But nor would I do such a thing
Cos that would only reinforce the fact that I am crazy
to all who surround me
Work of Art 
and shower me with their self righteous pity,
which i cant equally stand.
Beauty in chaos