Though I Am One

Though I am one, and you are many;
Though you are sane, and I am mad;
Though you have analyzed my every secret
And proved me bad:
Because of those you could not cure before me
I laugh in darkness, and do not submit.

Though you have tortured me to make me sane,
Yet I am what I am.
You dub me ‟Halfwit,”
And I mock you ‟Man”;
So, in your ruthless clinic I remain.
And still I am, and I do not submit.

Though you have slain your God and soiled your country
And reasoned reason out of credit,
Trundled from ward to ward, such things shall be
Safe in a halfwit’s head; they shall remain
To cheat you, though you change my very brain —
For I am I, and I do not submit.

No, I do not submit, though you change all.
Resume the torments,
Ply the instruments,
Dismember me, bury me bit lay bit;
I tell you, fools, I am incurable;
For I am Truth, and I do not submit!