“Do you talk to yourself often?”
“I suppose so.”
“Does it ever get lonely?”
“Oh heavens no!”
“What better company is there than the one who knows me best?
What better judgement is there than the voice from your own head?
I’d rather be in terrible pain than ever be brain dead.
It’s impossible to understand others, so I got to know myself instead.”
“Stay away,” they’ll say
“She doesn’t think right,”
“She has horrible visions,
incomprehensible to the mind.”
She is disorder
She is me
A single thought blossoms
into sweet insanity
A moment you can’t make
a feeling you can’t shake
I am the monster
they tell you is fake
I am the apathy
leftover from hate
I’m what they hate
that’s what they’ll say
Do you remember the time
that you and I
spent in front of the TV?
We watched Disney cartoons
and the world around us
stopped.
I remember
when nothing else mattered
and we could just be.
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