Insanity vs. Sanity
Different to you and me. Dedication poem to B. A. Cumberlidge.

*Artwork provided on Instagram by my wonderful cousin Jake goes by jmoresun*
I go outside
Sidewalk full of people
I think to myself
Did I do something illegal?
I know I’m quite off in a lot of ways
Feeling manic
Haven’t slept for days
I run with it as long as I can
Pretty soon the crash kicks in
I’m a hermit now
Depression
Have voices running way down to my soul
I swear I’m Jesus
I am the only one to know
I feel alive. Then I start to panic. I think to myself.
Am I really schizophrenic
Next, I try to go into a rave
I bump into a friend named Dave
As he leads the way I look around
Instantly my heart starts to pound
Walls closing in on me
Leading to anxiety
Pushing my mind even further back
Now I am having a panic attack
Too many things happening to me
I need to feel numb so let it be
I start playing around with drugs
End up addicted
Hanging out with thugs
I wish somebody could see
The insanity that runs inside of me
Then again sanity is overrated
It’s to this world I am fated
I finally learn to be myself
You might think I’m crazy
Joke’s on you
I just solved the mystery
I hold the knowledge
The Golden Key
I wrote this poem for B.A. because I know how it feels to be in his shoes. I think we differ in some ways. Regardless of the places that we differ there is a space of relevance in which we both know kills the liver. I know that I’m a little crazy. Have even called myself insane. I would rather be insane than boring. As I embrace my insanity I grow exponentially. God Bless to All!
Love,
Kira Dawn a.k.a. The Gorgeous Mess a.k.a. Ditto Squared a.k.a. Kween
Copyright June 12, 2020. All Rights Reserved.
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