I could be your typical manic depressive
But I only lie in bed and cry for five hours
Instead of all day
I go from never wanting to leave the house again
To out the door
To enjoy your company

I could be schizophrenic
Yet I believe I have too much imagination
To believe it had anything
To do with reality

I could be delusional
But being melodramatic
Doesn't give me much of a stage presence
And fooling yourself
Just takes too much dedication and time

I could be overtaken by Stolkholm syndrome
But I am much too independant
To be still in anyone's single grasp

I could be a recluse
But am much too adventurous
Once I stop hating the world

I could be a psychopath
But all my unstoppable anger
Seems to ebb away
When you tell me that you meant well

So you see
I am a disgrace to mental illness
Wishing I would stop wasting my damn time
And just be




Sane.