The Sanest Are Insane Poem by Stefanie Fontker

I realize it's too late
To run away, pry away
Imprisoned, captive
I tore out my eyes
In favour of new ones
So they prey on me
Built me a prison
My own hell
I tore out my heart
In favour of my mind
I don't want to feel
Little slave, obey
They call me to eat
I lap up what I can
Anything that tastes bitter
Accidently ate some lies
They taste the best
I tore out my tongue
In favour of the truth
They whisper now
I dream in mumbles,
Shrieks and murmurs
I tore off my ears
In favour of sanity
So when they come
To feed, to eat, to beat
There's nothing left
To do to me
That I haven't done to myself