How I Was

I am feeling sanely sane

And am relatively tame,

I like honour in my name

And am sorry I was lame,

But I was duly not to blame.

I’d be a bitter-pill to swallow

Not knowing if tomorrow

Will be full of sad sorrow.

 

I was highly dysfunctional

With being madly delusional,

I was paranoid, but not of you,

As my loving for you was true,

I thought Doctors were after me

While suffering thinking mentally.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 25/08/2017

 

An edited piece.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.