I discovered I was mentally ill when I was fifteen. I was diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder and Schizoid Personality Disorder. The combination of the two has been a heavy disadvantage to me in life, especially when trying to accomplish any task that involves dealing with other people socially. I write about mental illness quite a lot either directly or indirectly, and when I do I never mean to be disrespectful, I simply believe the arts should always play a role in whatever joys or sorrows one is experiencing in life. "I Am Insane" is a poem a wrote about choices we can make that could put one at odds with what society considers "normal" behavior. On occasion it becomes difficult to know whether it's the illness speaking or if one is just odd and at odds with society as a whole. And even if a person is marching to the beat of their own drum is that a mental illness?
I Am Insane I am insane Because I will not Chase your dollar Through fields of Wild Foxglove I am insane Because I bay at the Bloodmoon And will not bray At beer commercials And do not obey Your traffic signals I am insane Because on my switchboard All calls to Allah, Yahweh, Jehovah, Zoroaster and Santa Clause are all Answered by the same operator I am insane Because I held up The Bank of America With a holdup note Composed of haikus And demanded only The teller deposit My .12 residual check I earned for appearing On The Banana Splits As a child.
I am insane Because to me The difference between A story and a true story Is less important than The difference between Schlitz and Blatz I am insane Because I interfere With the re-uptake Of your serotonin Re-uptake inhibitors I am insane Because in the elevator Of my psyche There are buttons labeled Pluto, Cucamonga, Kokomo, Sheboygan, Padukah Algonquin Round Table, Deep Night and Help (Don't press that one).Pin It