Sometimes I think that I'm crazy.
Not the kind of crazy that's obvious, like the guys on the train who talk to themselves absently, who make sudden movements that don't make sense, dressed in layers of clothing even in the summer.
No, the kind of crazy that's hidden. Its the worst kind. I feel like there's a voice in the back of my head that's tell me, run run run.
Run? From what?
I have a feeling that one day, I'll break.
That I'll turn into the kind of crazy that's obvious.
At least then I wouldn't feel like I'm hiding myself.
At least then I wouldn't care.
Created: Jan 15, 2011Ismahan Document Media