Poems about Insanity

I don't know why, but I can't seem to wrap my head around
Singing love songs in the sun and dirges in the pouring rain
When all I seem to do is prefer it the other way around
And make people think I've lost it, I've gone insane

I sing about love when the storm's a-blowing, knocking the limbs off the trees
I sing about death when there's nothing to do on a sunny day
I sing about anything that has nothing to do with the right time
I sing about nothing that has anything to do with the right rhyme
But still, I can't find the reason why.

I write about the rash state of mind, and how I like to dwell in it
I write down my emotions that nobody can control, not even myself
I write about things that nobody but me can explain
In fluid words of distress, graceful expressions of pain
But still, I really can't tell you why.

Why sing about the color of my true love's hair when I could sing
About the dark color of my heart, my heart of a morose blue?
Yes, and I should be singing about how hot it burns for his love
But instead, he's left it ice-cold and broken on the hardwood floor.

Truth be told, I would rather write poems about insanity
Because it's easy to relate to when being lonely is the only way
Isolation is what I despise, but I always find myself wallowing
In the dark, silently screaming for salvation...

And a peace of mind.