What is insanity? I have often wondered.
Are we mad when we think in secrets, secrets we alone keep?
Or when we spout all that ought to be hidden?
Is the diagnosis based on our behavior,
Or is that only a side effect?
Do the insane know what they are? Who they are?
Do they stay up at night in fear of psychiatrists and psychologists?
Do they scream into pillows or hum in the darkness?
Are they to be feared or pitied? Ignored or babied?
Who is insane?
Aren't we all?
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My Collection of Shorter Poetry
PoetryThese are my shorter poems (10 lines or less). My poems are very near and dear to my heart- yes, some are strange, but they write themselves. Any way, here goes...
