The Living Insane
I am a rare psychotic
In my middle age
And why I have not shot myself
I really cannot say
Some say that my genes
Change my brain inside
And that my biology
Makes me want to hide
The parenting that I received
Is not at all to blame
I am from a loving family
But none-the-less went insane
The voices that I hear in life
Are really in my head
And silencing them I’ve tried
But they grow louder instead
I have my delusions
And my conspiracies
And a grand illusion
That I’ve won the presidency