The bars of the cage stare at me
I cannot tell which side I am on
The crazed look inside the faces
I cannot tell which side they are on
How will I know who is crazy
How will I know who is sane
Who decides what is crazy
Who decides what is sane
The black is empty around me
Not warm or fuzzy or pleasing
More like an empty, barren void
With nothing to offer inhabitants
How will I know who is crazy
How will I know who is sane
Who decides what is crazy
Who decides what is sane
Thundering over my skin
Consuming the space in my ears
Nothing fills it or completes it
Lost and fearful without a path out
How will I know who is crazy
How will I know who is sane
Who decides what is crazy
Who decides what is sane
About Me
- Jenna
- I am a Lover. I love people. I adore the possibilities that love affords us and the paths it opens to us.
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