Amy's Tuneless No.14/ Impossible You

There is only one
Hopeless conclusion
That you are,
Psychotic, hypocratic, pretencious,
Bad, mad,and dangerous.
For otherwise how can you
Stay sane in the morning
Facing the mirror yet not blinded?
You must have some secret plot
A mission against us humanity.
Or how can you not explode,
How can you talk, eat and live
As the rest of normal people?
How can you refrain yourself
From bursting into storm and fire
From consuming the fucking rest of us,
For the love of god?
There has to be something wrong
With you. For I am exhausted
By the anticipation of my doom.
Each time love is different,
But here I am again, out of my mind.
Jealousy makes me hateful.
Against everything that is not me,
That is, of course, the world is,
Safely yours.