A Real Crazy Person Poem by Gabhriel Londe

“Who are you here to see? ”
The aging 40-year-old woman asked me
From across the small waiting room.
I told her which doctor
And she nodded and shut up
For a minute or so.
“What are you here for? ”
She asked.
“I’m here to make sure I’m real, ”
I answered.
She looked at me in bewilderment.
“You crazy or something? ”
“Yeah.
The voices told me I am.
But it’s okay,
I’m a writer too.
That makes it socially acceptable.”

The next ten minutes
That we were in the waiting room together,
Her eyes were locked on me,
Amazed that she was only a few feet away
From an actual crazy person.
I didn't stare back,
But I smiled,
Thinking the same thing about her.