Insane

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Insane

Distraught, anger and pain
Wondering if I was ever really sane
Thinking of the causes that brought me to this place
All I keep seeing is the shape of your face.

The urge arises to stop the emotional ache
Padding all around, just for my sake
Safety first is what the doctors all say
Keep her tied tight, yet out of the way.

My mind wonders, why me
Was it something I just couldn't see
Or did I ignore that one major sign
Pretending that all was just fine.

So here I sit and ponder
My mind begins to wonder
The yelling, hitting, and crying
Feeling my heart slowly dying

The bad overtook the good
Nothing functioning as it should
As my mind finally becomes clear
I realize it was my worst fear

Now i feel no pain
I know that I am insane
Fore the face that I see
Has always been me.

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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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