They say I’m crazy,

And I’m awry.

They say I’m hazy,

and they’re a lie.

If my life is full of hallucinations,

Then I need to find a destination.

For you see is not a spree

But a key waiting to flee

Sometimes I think

I have smeared

Because just a blink,

And they’ve disappeared

It’s your imagination”, as I will be told,

Which is why I keep it under a fold.

I’ve come across a disaster,

That will require a castor.

I’ve kept it to myself,

For I fear a fumble.

I will end up on a bookshelf

If my secret crumbles

In the shadows I seek,

As I see them calling me a freak.

Their forms like water,

Constantly a bother.

As I grow old,

They still lurk.

I no longer am bold,

And watch them with a smirk.