I've been taken prisoner, held in my body
One looking too vivacious for someone dead as me
Neither task nor attention can be processed by my brain
So I just freeze; bits of ignorance are all that keep me sane
It's just like I've been split in two, my body and my mind
It seems there's no connection, or none that I can find
I've asked too many questions, and there are few that I have missed
And I've discovered the answer: ignorance is bliss
After all the questions and the answers I've been shown
I have come to the conclusion that some things are best unknown
I wish I could forget because I'd like to have my bliss
But there's one thing that I'll not forget, and sadly, it is this:
If you try to stop yourself, and tell you what you're not
Then you can't get past that, even with everything you've got
I used to think that playing dumb kept standards low for me
Although I knew I was not this nor did I want to be
But you cannot expect to act, and to have not one thing changed
Even through this suppression, my life's been rearranged
It will never go away, this haunting voice inside my head
And my mind's not there to stop it; my mind may as well be dead
This voice runs loose in my head, and my body acts in sync
It makes me do things I don't do, and think things I don't think
I know I must change my ways, I must no longer pretend
If that's what it will take for this voice to have an end
But for now there is one place that I am truly me
And it is sitting on my laptop, writing poetry