(In)sanity.

One must question their own level of sanity.
Lately I cannot help but to think of my apparent insanity.
The odd behavior coming more often than not,
Staying longer with each visit,
Like an unwelcomed guest that I cannot live without, but cannot bear to live with.
But I being a gracious host, Let insanity in everytime, Welcoming it into my mind-home,
Where it invades and takes over, Then I must watch, much like an awful movie you cant stop watching, This unwelcomed guest running my life, Living it for me.
Would I have the strength to take it back?
Why would I want to run my life again?
Would I want to live again?
When Insanity will let me run on auto-pilot?