My Insanity

Written during the summer between freshman and sophomore year.

The sun has risen

and maybe I’ll feel real.

Maybe I can carve myself out of

all of today’s inspiration.

Complete insanity

is all that completes me,

but is that a problem

really?

And maybe I don’t need that

middle ground

between maturity

and my childish outbreaks.

But if one person would just

chip away some of this

technicolor glass

and see a person inside of me

who thinks,

feels,

knows

of her insanity,

maybe I wouldn’t be so prone

to put up that layer.

So I reach out.

I reach out thinking that you might

feel something, anything,

if you understood how I felt.

Because,

is it so immature to want to be happy?

Is it so ignorant to want to

be stupid for a while?

Is it so crazy to lose your mind?

Is it so horrible

to not want to be perfect?

But I will tell you,

I will tell you in case you don’t see,

this is not as much of a shell as it seems.

Reviews

[alesuriko]

Nice poem, good imagery. The flow and rhythm could use some work but I like the concept. I especially liked the "technicolor glass" because it reminded me of a "technicolor rainbow". I also enjoyed the "is it so __ to be __" stanza even though it was repetitious. I especially liked the "crazy to lose your mind?" part. Overall, good expression.