Forgotten without a footnote

Pain without a reason
Tearing me apart from the inside
Fear without a focus
Trapping me into darkness
Whispers in my head
Pushing me to madness

But from the pain
Rises my resolve
From the fear
Comes my tenacity
From the whispers
Emerges my compassion

Why should I change
To fit their standards
Why won’t this form of mine
Fit in the pattern of the world
Which of me must die
For the rest to finally belong

Hold on to madness
Maybe it’ll turn into greatness
Grasp the strands of uncertainty
Perhaps they’ll turn into stability

But the mad only die alone
Forgotten without a footnote
And the uncertain break apart
Falling to their own impossibility

Hold on to madness
Hold on to madness
Hold on to madness
Maybe it'll turn into greatness

Those Words

Those words
The ones we yelled
About him
Felt so justified
So true
Made me feel so clever
So clairvoyant and smart
Those words
Clouding my perception

Those words
The ones we said
About her
Felt so secret
And so delicious
Made me feel so mature
So intelligent and worthy
Those words
Turning me into something I despised

Those words
The ones you whispered
About me
Must feel so true
Must be so true
Must feel so justified
And so secret
Those words
The ones you don't try to hide