It always begins in the same way.
A dream like any other, a nightmare lingering in the shadows.
A prick of madness is all it needs to be released. It feeds on my sorrow and waits everyday for a maddening tomorrow.
The faintest touch of it remains wherever I am.
It trails behind me as I dance and dance with my prince charming in my dreams.
It's name is: Insanity.
Doctors continuously tell it will all go way if I drink their medicines I know their medicines are only ground up plants to convince me it's real. It's for my father's benefit, I'm sure.
His advisors advise him again and again I can't be healed.
He doesn't believe, but I do.
I keep telling doctors the same thing, but I'm sure they don't believe me.
No one does. I'm just the king's bratty daughter who wants attention, they say!
There it is again. Insanity.
And it's creeping toward me...