Question of sanity

Aren't we all so fucking blessed?
Rhetoric is my forte,
Show me liberty,
And all the walls will sing,
And I've never been better,
Cos everyone is just so great,
Everyone is just so shiny and perfect,
Well I'm not quite all there,
And you know that better than me,
Because all of your parasitic brain-buggerings,
Bring my fears closer to the front of my eye,
And all I want to do is cry them from my body,
I'm so selfish - Fuck me.
I look up and I pray,
That tonight won't be the night I write my last,
Because this poem isn't good enough to be the last thing
That spawns from my pen.