do you understand the tortures of a troubled mind,
brought to life through hate and death, to
wrap itself in visions only dreamt, yet
not by night, as you and I might do;
by day, it lives its dreams among mankind
the owner of such a head, is often an object
of accusation, brutality, mockery and
injustice--not even accepted by those
marked sane; those who might take his hand
and hold it for a time; no, he's a reject
what he sees, may or may not be as it seems
he remains ignorant of all, yet the world guffaws
at such a fool, and since the beginning, has never
let its victims laugh along--yet, the claws
of society are nothing to him, for he lives his dreams
such dreams are quite real, and frighten so
that his nightmares form a world unlike our own
he lives here, he breathes here, yet does not exist
in the recesses of his mind--but, to him it's still home
yet, does anyone care enough that his pain they would know
will anyone ever care to love him as a son
and teach him once more what is right and what's wrong
does it not matter, that a human soul suffers; while
others make fun, one of us could be helping him along
and reaping the rewards of a heart's job-well-done