Whenever I tell you what’s in my heart,
you call me a crazy lady
For years, I’ve saved for myself this madness
that my brain no longer sits in my head
I was in the consulting room of the psychiatrist
He called me a manic; now, I panic
You won’t even let me kiss the air around you
but can you set me free to my former self?
I’ve descended into this abyss of insanity
that only you can set me free from
Can you tell me something, instead of nothing?
Can you form sentences with these idle words?