How can I properly articulate insanity?
The immensity of every misunderstanding. 
How strange it is to eat something, 
To see people dinning together and wonder about their depravity. 

To gaze at yourself and see a blank slate,
Nerve endings bound together to form a mannequin. 
To see that same blank slate,
In every single encounter with a stranger. 

So complicated, the various emotions;
Experiencing them does not give way to understanding. 
Intrusive thoughts swarm the brain,
And become verbalized, obvious character flaws. 

What a shame it is, to be called inteligente;
But to have no understanding of change over time. 
Every thought starts off with strict rhyme schemes, 
Yet that falls apart when faced with affinity.