I kept my reason like a torch in a room with no door,

Everyone said I was “fine” while I was sinking through the floor.

Funny how the midwits talk like they’ve unlocked the divine—

But they shiver at a mirror, afraid to meet their own mind.

And I swear I tried to be normal,

whatever “normal” means today…

But the more I held my virtue,

the more the world pushed me away.

Maybe I’m insane—

not for losing reason,

but for keeping it when everything else was gone.

Maybe I’m the fool—

for loving truth so hard

it sounded “weird” to everyone.

And if virtue makes me homeless,

then let me walk alone.

I watched their careless laughter echo in a place I can’t reach,

While I drowned inside a silence no guru could ever teach.

They say, “Bro, just chill,” as if peace were a download link,

But the higher I held my values, the faster they called me “on the brink”.

And I swear I wasn’t aiming

to be some tragic archetype…

I just tried to live with meaning

in a world allergic to “depth type”.

Maybe I’m insane—

not for losing reason,

but for keeping it when everything else was gone.

Maybe I’m the fool—

for loving truth so hard

it sounded “weird” to everyone.

And if virtue makes me homeless,

then let me walk alone.

Call me broken, call me overthinking,

call me whatever fits your meme…

But tell me—

who’s really crazy?

The one who lost himself,

or the one who tried too hard to stay clean?

Maybe I’m insane—

but at least this mind is mine,

not borrowed from the midwit crowd.

Maybe I’m the fool—

but I’ll hold the truth so tight

they’ll hear its beating out loud.

And if reason is my only kingdom,

I’ll wear its crown alone.