Watch, the world is spinning
But not as fast as my thoughts
Inside my head they race
Competing with eachother
Who will make is out first?

They fight and they scramble
to get me in trouble
the words that come out of my mouth
are the compilations of my thoughts
and they seem to get me into situations
I never thought possible

And even though I may swear that
I am a sound mind in a sound body
It doesn’t appear so to the outside world

The people on the streets say that I,
Of all people has lost track of reality.
But who is to say I am crazy?
I the one who paints the world how it should be
Appears to me or as it once was

My so called dementia reaks havoc
Over the outside world
The demons people create
The same ones I draw out on paper
Or with my brush on canvas
Terrorize my appearance
So inside and out I look crazy

Label me I dare you
Am I am numskull?
Am I that freak on the corner house?
Am I that leftie girl who is never in her right mind?
Am I the eccentric artist?
Am I that little creep in black?
Who paint s in vibrant colors
And who wished the world
Would see she really is in contact with reality

People don’t see that I am none of those things
I show characteristics of the girl in black
I may stray from the norm artistically
But who is to say I am not sane?