Not quite an explosion,
simply put,
its like the walls of my mind
are facing erosion.
So slowly,
my sanity is leaking out,
the crackling holes become bigger,
allowing in a dreader sense of doubt.
The truth wont stop these trembling walls,
if you glance into my mind,
you'll see me with duck tape
running down the halls.
There goes another portion,
this fortress protecting my mind.
Please don't believe the lies you hear through the vine,
I'm not crazy,
in fact I'm quite sane.
Truly my sober mind has been my life's bane.
Perhaps if you help,
when you see me here,
instead of stopping to mockingly cheer,
we can patch these holes,
and secure these walls,
so I'll need not worry if indeed my sanity should fall.