Crazy I Think Not Poem by elena winters
Crazy I Think Not
all alone in this crazy home trapped in this room
no one here to talk too
but what i hear a whisperin soul
i am not crazy
the walls begin to make strange faces the devil itself
no i am not crazy
where did these scars come from i didnt do this
it was that shadow of darkness
no i'm definitely not crazy
who is dat woman in the bloody white gown
a slit at the throat the fire in her eyes
i am not crazy
docters come to give me my dosage
dead
cut to pieces
blood every where
my insides are my outsides
they said i was crazy
but i'm not i'm insane
A very amusing poem, I am glad to have read it.
i believe that everyone has their demons, and crazy moments. just never let them get the best of you. ne ways, good write.
Sometimes I have my crazy moments. This is a really good poem though.
wow verry nice i relly like this
Emotion runs high.............like hallucination..........you're lost..but momentarily.Its a kind of madness! ! I can feel yer breeze!
padded walls will not contain you it seems...this is a very clever piece...nice work
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Crazy maybe not different yes. Good job