Sanity

Shattered Glass 
Rippped Paper 
Strings that are Broken 
The way that trees Shake
When Gusts of Wind Blow
Nothing is Safe
No one is Okay 
And we question ourselves
After we are done questioning
Others who act in similar ways
We objectify eachother to our 
own criticisms, or is it confusion
over who we really are 
Whether or not we fit into 
a certain category so that 
we can all unintentionally 
add a bit of stigma to the 
conversations that peek 
our interests
The ones about sex and 
violence, unavoidable 
topics of discussion that 
express a need for 
psychological help
Danger destroys
us all because it 
gets into our 
heads. 
Should we
stay sane?