The Crazy In The Room

I am the crazy in the room

I am the one without the broom

Of course I know I’m not quite right

I try to balance but the fit is tight

I fall off my fence

My egg is cracked

And you can see

That something’s whack

I’m the one

Who knows I’m off

That makes me smarter

But still I scoff

At my stupid, ugly errors

At my lefts when rights are better

And I should try to shut my mouth

And close my eyes

So I can’t see

Or know

Or hear

Or feel

Or touch

And then perhaps

I won’t be too much

Too much for those

Who pass by me

Too much for me

Too much for me

Too much for me

When I awake

Already tired

No more mistakes

Yes I’m the crazy in the room

Who put me there

I want to leave

But if I go

Will I lose myself

Who will I be; someone else?

Will I trade my bit of crazy

For a ghost; an empty lady

Here I am

Inside my head

I told you girl

Stay out of there

But you don’t listen

You stay and linger

Turning thoughts

Which makes them real

Inside your head

Inside your head

Too much for me

Too much for me

And then I sit

All alone

It’s better

For I’m the crazy

In the room

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Kat

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