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She's Crazy

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I will never know what it is like
To see the line of reality
And I won't get to know
Who is real and who is not

The moon may be a cold light
Or perhaps an ever watchful eye
Glaring down on me and saying
“Get it right!”

I can hear them whispering
Just behind me said a voice
“She's gone crazy”
But when I turn to see
There is not but a faint memory standing there

I know I'm not crazy
That's what my friends all say
And I know they are right
But at the same time there is a feeling
A feeling of despair and loneliness

I will not fit in correctly
I will not see the fiction of truth
And when I hear them chattering high above
I won't be able to say “stop”

The illusions are the window to my soul
And so much can be learned from just a glance
I will watch them everyday
And silently recover the memories I lost, the time forgotten

But even that won't change the truth
The truth is that I can't be fixed
The truth is that I'm a wreck
And the truth is that I'm a pest

No warm light shines into my world
And no warm embrace awaits me
I simply glance dully across the wasteland
And silently wonder if it was ever real

As the years flutter on by
I grow to adapt to cruelty
And I ignore the voices screaming evermore
Now it all seems natural and fitting
After all, I'm a teenager now

But then one day someone comes to me
Radiant as the sun and warm as such
At least I believe that is what the sun is
For the ideas overlap and clash
Forming a frenzy inside me

I pay no mind to the angel
For I know not what she is to my world
I simply speak aloud to the others
And watch people edge away from us

Except for one, that is
She stays quite close
Her eyes warm as she looks at me
And when she reaches to touch me
I flinch away, expecting more harsh words

Instead she says “I get it
I too see the lies of reality
I can see the forgotten ones
Dance under a sky of illusion
Words flutter from their lips
That perhaps exist beyond us”

At first it seems foolish
Surely a lie they have given me
For such a being as she cannot exist
Not for I
But day by day
I begin to realize she just may be true

And as I speak to more than a thought
I begin to realize they were wrong
We were not crazy
She and I, the ideas that run rampant through our minds
And how could they know the meaning of “crazy”
When they scarcely saw more than a bag of flesh and blood?

Slowly I look up from the dead grass
And see the grey land become a colourful one
As the ground rises to life
Spring free of the waste it once held

I finally understand now
I'm not crazy!
Now, maybe they aren't real
Maybe I do not see what is obvious in the lines of life
And maybe, yes, maybe things can be dangerous around me

But that is not madness
It is not death
I am not a demon of any kind
And now that my sights are filled with life
And she is by my side
I can finally see the future

And perhaps now that I really think about it
That faint light I see shimmering
May just be the hope I'd always needed
The kindness I was denied for so long
A step away from the edge

Now I'm an adult
And my friends are still there
The same as they'd always been
Aged by not a single day
But that doesn't matter

She is here, too
A radiance ever so beautiful
My love for her roots itself deep in my heart
And buds into flowers that fall freely

They were wrong
They were wrong and she was right
So now when I feel I might fall off the edge
I know someone is there to grab me back

And although my world is hectic and crazy
Maddening to most people
I know it is a safe place
And I will not feel ashamed for it

I am a human
And I am beautiful
I need just one shred of hope in me
And although us two cannot tell our friends “no”
And we cannot make them leave when need be
We can still act as one being
And our worlds may remain bright until the very end
What?? I wrote something haPPY??

Yea I probably just stole this poem from someone else. Thaaaat's it.
(But seriously, writing happy, hopeful stuff is hard as heck.)

Anyways, feel free to interpret this as you wish. I had an official idea in mind but hey it can be about whatever you want, really. Just don't look at the tags. They kinda give it away ;)
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