Insanity

Muttering and sneaking,
Down quiet corridors come leaking
The most hidden of my secret thoughts.
The voices just keep talking,
Or am I the one who's squawking?
My mind writhes in tainted knots.
Is it the marble which is swirling,
Or my perspective which is twirling,
In a world which stays the same?
To try to stop the madness is to try in vain.
Am I simply a loony, or am I the one who's sane?
Oh why do I possess a mind I cannot tame?