Sanity

I hear voice but I wish I did not.

Crazy you may call me but I most defiantly am not.

Imagination is where I live even though people say do not.

Bending society's rule since I've been told not.

Alone I feel and I wish I did not.

"Only for a while my dear," they claim, but this truth is not.

I'm losing thought as if a thought is not.

I even question if there night and day or not.

Sain is where I want to be, but that want is always a not.