It's Nothing

I know you won't believe me.
My madness predeceades me.
But listen to me now.
I've got to show you how

I'm telling you the truth.
Like trying to pull a tooth,
Your complacent disbelief
Makes me an anxious thief

That you invited in
And running round amok
Back to the loony bin.
I'm running out of luck.

All alone again. I know
No hands that squeeze affection.
A lonesome way to go.
No signs that point direction.

The monsters are inside,
Not lurking 'round out there.
Don't point them out, just hide
That you see or even care.

The bird is on the wing.
I've got to clear the air.
Won't you please just bring
Understanding I can bear.

I'll go out on a limb
To show you how I feel,
But please help me to hold on
To something that is real.

8/31/26
ZONE S5E3