Magic

What looks funny, can simply be unreal,
It's only an illusion, my sanity to steal,

Slapstick so dark, the pain that it brings,
Can be so stressful, it causes my ears to ring,

To express myself, I become more silent after time,
Hoping to quiet my thoughts, I walk a straight line.

Finding someone to talk to, it's impossible for me,
I have already given up, as if I am alone in the sea,

It took me time to learn, about the humor involved,
Being so sadistic, the truth to unfold,

My soul feels scarred, the damage is done,
To many memories of injustice, seems to weigh a ton,

The deed is to criminal, I have to tolerate,
To twist the truth around, for me to incriminate,

Writing about it helps me, so I can relax,
Only because it's all happening, behind my back,

Magic is a power, that should not be abused,
Its a gift and not a weapon, I am secretly accused.