I’ve seen crazy.
I’ve seen it staring back at me from that dirty mirror.
You know those days where you feel like something is watching you- wait, it is watching you, and-
Waiting for you too.
Did you see that? It ran across- no, it’s still there.
I feel stupid.
Everything is amplified- I hear the neighbours laughing, laughing at me?
I should call her.
But I’m too embarrassed to tell her, something is touching my leg- but there’s nothing there.
I want to tell her, my doctor, my insides are out.
Out to get me.
I won’t let you see me this crazy.
I won’t be alive anyway.