I'm not sure if this is a poem or just me venting.

[hypertensionn]

But I feel like I'm going crazy.


So since when is creativity associated with insanity
Well if you're one of them it never was
Their need to make sense, their need for order
Is what constricts them in their capsules
I may be no different but at least I acknowledge it
Well he's just getting it out of his system, he is a teen
Order lacks order and disorder is order
So take this hit and let yourself know what it's like to be me
I'm trying to hold it in
Well blow it out the window because I don't want dad to smell it

Can you hear, understand, comprehend me? Because I'm having a little trouble with that myself.