They say I am insane, I've lost
my mind. All the signs point
to a mentally disturbed person.
I talk to myself and have a dazed
look in my left eye and a confused
look in the right. But to be sane
is to pretend and to pretend
is to be insane. I talk to myself
because there is no other
whom I can console.
I love this poem. it strikingly has similar theme with one of my own poem, the fool.
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