Syndromes and Medicines called Poems Made by a Pen

Welcome to the mind of a girl that's odd all around.
My world's just a complication to a single imagination.
There are things I've said that get stuck in your head.
And, well while some are pointless there are also things profound.
The bells are to sound and that's when the world you knew comes down.
You can have a stupid smile but you're not allowed to frown.
Only fools let self pity make them drown, make them drown.

And I admit I am quite the hypocrite when I give you all advice.
But why say anything when you can't say something nice?
It's like a pill down your mind, I'll cure the syndrome known as humanity.
And all the blind by all the lies well open up your bloodshot eyes.
Nobody likes to notice when the syndrome inclines, thinking you'll drop dead like a simple group of flies.

And I am a writer of fire, 'cause i'm sure as hell that no-one like a liar.
I can say that not every word that falls my mouth is a diamond of honesty. but I try my best to believe.
I've said enough myself, why don't we end this introduction with a fire set the stage?
And as it burns it leads to the to the next show, following scrambled thoughts that always come and go.