Talking to yourself out loud when no one is around,
I get tired of the craziness,
around me, it surrounds.
Dumb I am for going out,
I should have stayed at home.
I learn a little more each day,
Yet here, I still am found.
Will I ever learn?
I wonder.
I try to think about the last time I did something that didn't give me doubt.

Second chances,
Passing by.

I took a glance.
You caught my eye.
I gave to you a chance,
But why.
For what?
It's clear for me to see,
all of it was for nothing.
I hate the way it makes me feel.
I know for you I was too real.
Over it, I'm sure I will..
get over-It's not a big deal.
Get over-it like I'm right here
and yew, another room,
I hear...
talking to yourself again,
out loud like nones listening.

I hear how you've lost your mind.
You, no clue, still trying to find-
the answers,
answering yourself,
might as well be,
cuz there's no one else.
No other voice but yours alone,
contagiously spreading how your craziness shows.













© Joanne Lea Potter