Delusions of grandeur

If your stability is questioned; all think you have taken a trip

Your stance is on the brink; reality's grip slips,

In the whirlwind of normal, sanity's foot is here to trip.

Who marks the line between stable and insane; a finger I flip.

Let's wade into chaos, sink into madness let's dare to reside.

Where truths blur and illusions collide.

Delusions of grandeur: why cast them aside?

In our own rawness is where realities hide. 

Balancing on the edge, why tread with care?

In the realm of doubt, where fears dare to flare!

I say "fuck them" with a flip of my hair.

Our truest selves are who we should strive to please; just let the assholes stare.