Perhaps I am Secretly Insane

I wish I were insane.
I wish I were stupid.
I wish I were anything but me.
But I am who I am, no changing that.
I'll have to make the most of it.

If I were insane
my mind would create a world.
I'd be living somewhere fictional.
Fiction sounds great right now.
I'd be different than I am now.
Different sounds good too.

I am not stupid.
I know and understand things.
I can see the flaws and
I can see what prevents progress.
I think, and I think outside the box.
But, I see flaws in people.
I see flaws in what few friends I have.
I can see they prevent my progress.
That is why it hurts so much to be intelligent.
Friends are few and far between,
and very rarely are they worth my time.

Perhaps I am insane.
Perhaps I'm living in a fictional distopia.
Perhaps I'm actually stupid,
And locked up somewhere
Because I'm a danger to myself and others.
What if my mind is in control of everything
But I'm not in control of my mind?
Perhaps I am secretly insane.