PanphobiaA Poem by RachaudSmithWhat happens when one believes himself insane, but nobody believes him.
It
may be crazy of me to, um, think myself crazy,
But
that is the curse I've decided for myself.
My
friends,
They
tell me that my diagnosis is as false as the day is light
Because
one must be sane in order to pronounce another insane. However,
I
challenge their response. I am not pronouncing another as psychotic, I say,
But
instead I am pronouncing myself because there are things that I know,
Things
that simultaneously trouble and comfort me, worrying me as if I were a compass
With
no points, a violin with no strings;
This
is a catastrophe.
Love,
I
am without it, but I do not mind.
That
is sure proof of my non-existent sanity and I beg of you,
Please
recognize my struggle.
Dreams,
My
lids haven’t been heavy in over a decade, and I do not wish them to be.
This,
I am stressing to you, is all the proof that is needed.
I
am crazy. I know this.
A
curse,
My
condition may be a curse,
But
it is a curse that you allowed to flourish. I begged you.
I
warned you.
Now,
whatever happens next,
Is
all your fault.
Her
blood
Is
on your hands.
© 2012 RachaudSmithAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on September 30, 2012 Last Updated on September 30, 2012 Tags: crazy, psycho, psychopath, psychology, psychological AuthorRachaudSmithLancaster, TXAboutI love books. I've been writing for three years and I been reading technically my whole life, but for recreatinal purposes for seven years. I run a blog for reviewing books, plus extra stuff. more..Writing
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