the musings of a wallflower

crazy

"sometimes the mind is a terrible place."

crazy

nothing makes sense

everything is lyrical, beautiful

but that's what happens

when you starve your soul half to death.

believe me when i tell you that

i started out with good intentions

which seemed to keep getting better.

they told me

why rest, why write, why even love

look ahead of you; at the goal

you have a career to make.

i was so damn blind.

slogging, studying; it did them good

ivy league, that's what they predicted.

but my hand hurt,

my head hurt

and my skin yearned

for that worn out old book

my release,

my drug.

i kept getting 'better' everyday

little did they know,

i was half insane.

and they realized that when

all my papers had nothing

but poetry on them.

you're crazy, they said.

but then, there comes a point

where you just don't care.

i'm crazy, I agreed.

they'll never forget the smile on my face.