Not Unique Poem by Sarah Sisson

I'm sure others do the crazy things I do.
That helps me sleep at night.

Surely there is a plethora of people that feel out of control.
Most don't know they are.

In my day I capture an array of pity.
I, however, have a feeling I'm not alone.

Oh how hard it is to muffle a great demise for the day.
There must be others that understand.

But reaching out or asking is a crazy solution to not feel alone.
I can only assume I'm not.

I know I'm not unique.

copyright 01-14-2009 Sarah Sisson