Closing the door
Crack of the lock latching
Alone in a tiny room, you stand
Accused of many things
Convicted of none
No air in this room
Just a stale taste
The heavy odor of bitterness
Your head hangs low
The walls are plain
The windows too high to look out of
Slowly questioning why you are there
An unexpected answer
“They don’t understand you”
You debate your circumstance
Arguing both sides
Playing both roles
Questioning why you are there
Avoid the word crazy
You’re not crazy
“You’re not crazy”‘ has said every crazy person
The argument breaks out between you and you
You never thought to wonder why one voice doesn’t sound like the other
Why one once doesn’t feel like you
It’s a strange voice
A voice that can only be heard by you
You repeat what it tells you
But doesn’t sound like you
It’s all in your head
But you’re not crazy
Is that’s true?
You might be sane
Same can’t be said for the voice in your head
Listen at your own risk
Be wary of what it tells you
That laughter you hear
It’s all in your head
Day #85 SJD
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