sometimes i feel as though I’m crazy,

as if crazy is the norm.

so now I’m thinking that just maybe….

maybe I should just conform.

what was the point in all this time

if all this time, I was wrong.

all my convictions based on fictions

blur the lines that I have drawn.

so now I draw upon all that I’ve learned

to validate the past.

because I need to know the truth,

but now I’m to afraid to ask.