I ask why in my head,1
So many times while im in bed.2
I stare at the celing while i think,3
Am i really crazy?4
I ask myself why people decide i am what im not.5
No, im not crazy.6
Then again, am I?7
Yes.8
If Craziness is the goings in the middle of the night,9
To places where i dont say.10
If I am crazy, what is crazy?11
The likeness of other things rather than yourself?12
The part of not being selfish?13
No. Tell me, what is crazy?14
The need for certai people, and wanting to get away from others?15
i dont know. 16
Maybe I am crazy.17
Or maybe,18
Im sane and the rest of the world is crazy.19
Do you likie?
Comments
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o0o0o0o....sounds like you are crazy. The poem is funny in a way. because the way you wrote it makes you look paranoid. xD...heheh...but you're not crazy. =D I liked the poem alot. =D good job Jane. =D
Aaez.
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I LOVED IT. It sounds like something that Poe would've written.
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The spelling needs to be improved, you abreviated im throughout the piece. You also miss-spelt ceiling and certain. I thought it was a good piece, and it would have been made better with correct spellings
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