Leave me alone!
Can't you see,
That I'm better off on my own?!
Stop the torment!
End the pain!
Leave it behind!
I'm going insane!
Even so,
They will not go,
Without the voices,
I'm blind.
I rock in my corner,
Mutter about the clowns,
The penguins,
And the mole people.
For they exist,
That they do.
Even if they don't,
Present themselves to you.
I've come to accept,
These things I cannot ignore.
Even at times,
I get really bored.
Center yourself,
The voices come from away,
As the penguins, Clowns, and Mole People,
Come out to play.
