Unoriginal Madness

To see meaning in the meaningless

To be so afraid

of who and what you are

is completely insane

But oh! So unoriginal

I've felt it all before.

Keeping up with the voices

has become a chore

And battling the darkness

this fate I have resigned

And being lost in the confusion

is the only life I find

And the agony of denial

has become nothing but a sting.

Hope has become Madness

and the Sorrow, my wings.