Ashes of Yesterday

I count the cracks to calm my mind,
But the cracks start whispering every time.
They tell me what the doctors hide—
That sanity’s just madness, sterilized.
I take my pills to feel okay,
But now I miss the screams that went away.
The mirror grins, I laugh out loud,
I’m sane enough to draw a crowd.
Sanity’s a cage made out of glass,
You see right through it 'til it cracks.
The quiet ones all hear the screams,
We’re just the sane ones in their dreams.
The white room says I’m doing fine,
But why's the clock bleeding out the time?
They say I’m cured, they say I’m free—
So why’s the floor still breathing under me?

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