They say the good looking ones are
always the crazy ones.
The most likely to stand, feet apart,
arms raised in manic salute,
naked and shouting at a discarded shoelace.
Creativity stems from madness, and madness from me.
Not connecting to the world or people in the right way:
Feel disjointed and need to be alone?
To be occupied in a place where emotions are not at stake.
Need to be,
but am not being.
Screaming at nothing,
but at everything.