Write All Out

They say I've lost my mind...
But what if they're all wrong? 
Maybe all I've done is find
My own secret, inner song.

They that I'm not doing alright, 
But who are they to know?
All I know is I won't fight...
I don't care enough to do so. 

No, I haven't given up yet, 
I simply realized that if I don't care...
If I don't place my heart in anyone I've met...
I and I alone can treat myself fair. 

They still say I'm paranoid, insane, 
But I've found happiness inside!
I just don't let anyone in who came, 
And alone in private skies I glide. 

Writing is my outlet still, 
My love and peace in life, 
Books and pages ink shall fill, 
To pen away all thoughts and strife. 

They say that's no way to live... 
But they also said the world was flat. 
I'm happy at last, alone to thrive, 
All I need I have inside, nothing's wrong with that!

I'll write my heart out on a page, 
For all to see yet none to touch, 
All my thoughts in love or rage, 
My memories, feelings, I can never write too much.