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 so not to blame.

I was a bitter-pill to swallow

Not knowing if my tomorrow

Would be full of mad sorrow.

I was so highly dysfunctional

With being madly delusional,

I was ill and feeling so blue -

I was chasing love to pursue.

I was thinking like a nutter

While I was so in the gutter.