The Redundant Madness

To break skin
to insult
the insensitive
to bite
and scratch
to scream
with that voice
that aches
within
to pull at the arms
to struggle
and fumble
with the straight jacket
assigned to my mind
which itches
with scabs
and promised expectations
to stare at the walls
watching nothing
and observing
non existence
severing the ties
the knots
and piercing
normality
removing the mask
in public
pissing
exposing
what hides
in undergarments
this is what we do
when redundancy
becomes
too strong