Thoughts of a Civilized Savage

They get mad at my thoughts
But how can they get mad at the way I think?
When they’ve placed me in this environment to do just this
To think about the choices
To think about the decisions
To think about the past
To think about the mistakes
To think about the consequences
To think about life
To think about death!
My thoughts seem too radical
They seem too harsh
They seem insensitive
But they don’t seem fake
Because they are real
Because my reality is real
I think about the joy
I think about the happiness
I think about the love
I think about the pain
I think about the coldness
I think about the hurt
Because I was left alone to think.
Can’t cry because it hurts too much
Can’t laugh because it ain’t funny
Can’t talk because I don’t trust nobody to listen
So what do I do?
The only thing I’m used to doing, think
Think about the future
Think about the plans
Think about revenge
Don’t be mad because this is what you wanted
You wanted me to think
But it didn’t turn out like you wanted
Because you created a smart, calculating righteous monster
And its all your fault
Because you didn’t think
Of all the possibilities
That came with thinking!