Knock, knock! Well hello there, it’s just me again,
thought I’d stop by to see how you have been.
You didn’t think that I’d be gone forever now?
As if I could just wander off or vanish somehow?
So you withheld me from your Doctor, of mental health?
it doesn’t negate the fact that you talk to yourself.
So they don’t know that I exist at the worst of times?
When all sobriety did was suppress some of the signs.
But eventually, they’ll see us talking and ask what is wrong,
only so many times can we say that we’re mumbling a song.
We envy those who can depict what is real and what is made up,
always on the edge of our seat ready to apologize for a mix-up.
Was this all a dream? Or did that really happen?
A back and forth game of ping pong, I am constantly trapped in.
Is this all too much for you? Since you thought I was absent?
a lot like your heart, there is no possibility for our detachment.
You may think I was created from too much Lysergic acid diethylamide,
Truth being, I’ve always been here and will always be by your side…
© 2018 Joseph Emerson @ WhatsInsideAMadmansHat.com