The Diary of a Sane Woman.
The Diary of a Sane Woman
They listen to me, they hear me
in addition, the see me for whom I am.
I am educated , funny and provacative,
highly motivate to the point I sense your inner thoughts,
I am not a philatelist,
or never understood the fundamentals of philharmonic
or even understand the stages of metamorphosis
I became the adult before the butterfly.
and I never applause adultery
somehow I was told that I walked before I crept
my tears dry up before it rolled down my face,
I am always on the opposite side of life.
The elements allows me to be the ruler of my heart
without underestimate the real me.
Words like nutcase,cuckoo, weirdo, and fruitcake,
is not apart of my vulculbary.
my sins would never be recorded,
therefore, why should it be?
I am not being bombastic,
but sincerely wonderful
from a clinical point of view
My tears refuses to bring the ocean to another level
its reflection anguish me.
as you turn each page in my diary, with great anticipation,
do bare in mind that sense and sensibility,
were created from the great minds of the sane and insane.
folks like you and I.