Insanity - Poem by Kylee Bartz
Is insanity laughing so hard it hurts?
It it rolling on the floor laughing?
Is it being unable to stop?
Is insanity Marshmallow Mateys and Louise Slaughter?
Is insanity crying and shaking?
Is it being afraid of yourself when that happens?
Is it the fact nobody can help you?
Is insanity the fact a butterfly can?
Is insanity being obsesses over butterflies and the color purple?
Or is it saying hi to everyone?
Is it being overenthusiastic?
Is insanity being immature?
Because if insanity is any of that,
I am insane.
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