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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