These rambles scribbled in countless journals
Thrown into the air to make calm my mind
Yelled in blistered ink of heart’s infernal
These silent screams written for you to find.
But to you, I stood guarded in respect
…or convinced myself of this role assigned.
Cowardness and fear that you might reject;
For whispers last longer in crowded rooms.
Alas, time forced my fire to convect.
Frightened you find my truth to displume.
Profession leads to pain, guilt, and askew.
You assured that I was right to assume,
But I am crazy. I’m crazy for you.

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