Insanity Why Are You My Clarity Lyrics Novels & Stories

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"Worry Why do I let myself worry? Wondering What in the world did I do" How did I not know that Delilah could sing like this? Tyler nudges me in the arm. "What are you doing?" He whispers in my ear. "You're freaking out the security being this close. Come on, let's go back to Tess." "Oh, crazy For thinking that my love could hold you I'm crazy for trying And crazy for crying And I'm crazy for loving you"

“Day after dayI live inside your brightnessBlinded, but I don’t look awayDay after dayI carry you like silenceHeavy, but I wouldn’t let you go.” I smile, my voice is soft and steady, filled with determination. “I can’t let you go, Day after day My love for you grows. Blinded by your brightness. A brightness that shines through My darkness.” As I finish the song the crowd is unusually quiet. Now I’m starting to second guess myself. Should I have played the original version of the song? The poppy less anxiety filled, version? As my panic rises the crowd starts to go crazy. I let out a sigh and smile at them.

Down my spine. Through my chest. It replaces everything. Everything weak. Everything human. Everything that failed. And the more it takes— The less I feel. No pain. No hesitation. No doubt. Just purpose. Just clarity. Just power. My reflection flickers in the broken glass nearby. I turn. Look at it. Really look. And for a second I don’t recognize myself. Because I don’t want to. My eyes, still mine. But darker. Deeper. Endless. Something else.

The silent cry was heard Amid the night Without any word Peering on a moonlight I was ruined Though love was all I'd given I was pained My bliss was what they've taken Millions of lies Loud tears from my eyes Salted my wounds Fighting endless dooms I was put in a maze No way for me to escape The only thing in me was a dagger To break the wall before supper The route was always towards you Still coming to the room of blue I can't follow where my mind leads me to Because after all, I foolishly love you -Gabbie Sanchez 🔸🔸🔸

“I said I am not insane.” Silence hit the hall instantly. The figures around me froze. Lyra stopped smiling. Alina stopped speaking. Even the Elders leaned back slightly. I took a slow breath, steadying myself. “You want to question my mind,” I said clearly, voice cutting through the hall like steel, “because I refuse to break under pressure. That is not insanity. That is survival.” No one interrupted me. I stepped forward once, forcing every eye to stay on me. “If there is a problem,” I continued firmly, “it is not my perception. It is your assumption that I am weak enough to be manipulated by it.”

Turns out it wasn't that hard. I couldn't stop staring at Mr. Zhao's finger the following day. I thought about my lyrics and imagined slicing his hand off. How could I have even imagined such a crazy thing.? Maybe I had been watching too many horror movies? Maybe I was really sick inside? Or maybe I just needed to rhyme something that shocked people? All I knew was, I was a faker. I was a wannabe gangster, because none of my lyrics were true.

The silence between us now carried a different question, a new kind of possibility. I sucked in a breath, fighting for clarity. It was madness. But I wanted that madness one last time. "Do you want to come in?"

My body rocks back and forth as if I've got a limb, when the only thing that has snapped is my sanity. Walking bereft of shoes, laughing to lyself, rocking to my own tune, stopping and glancing over my shoulders before continuing on, singing to myself. Burn Burn Oh such lovely flames Orange and red, screams and wails. Maybe I'm a little out of touch with reality, maybe I'm crazy. But who says their not crazy?

She finished the song, but was still asleep. Romero and everyone had been woken up from the singing and came downstairs. By the time they got dressed and downstairs she was singing and playing a different song “Finding refuge in my own lies…How are you? i’m doing alright…small talk is a great disguise…just let me be…just let me be…empty thoughts start to crowd my mind..am I only living, living to survive?..shake it off, but I’ve lost the drive…just let me be…just let me be…let me be okay…No one knows what goes on up inside my head…there’s a new kind of poison and it’s starting to spread…no one knows what goes on up inside my head…they don’t think I need help..but I’m scaring myself…I just wa