Insane is what people would say I am.
But they don’t understand that insanity is like a
blessing,
Not a curse.
Do they once again see deceased loved ones roaming
around?
Do they have friends that no one can see?
Do they have a voice inside their heads always telling
them they’re right?
Do they have jokes only they would laugh at?
No they don’t,
They don’t have these wonderful, wondrous gifts that are
bestowed upon me,
Because
Insane is what people would say I am.
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