Returning To The Crowd Poem by Matthew Holloway

Where you been they'll ask
I've been to hell, I've been mad
I've been screaming at the walls
I'll respond watching them roll their eyes
As though I'm some new kind of madman
Just walked in off the street
A stranger all different to them
They may well whisper and talk about me
Or I'm just a little bit paranoid
Only we do all talk and whisper
About people and things we don't understand
Anything that little bit different
Just raises the eyebrows enough
To make for a good rumour, story
I'm sure I'll add to the topics
Of general conversation
I'll bide my time be quiet
Keep my nose very clean
Wait for it all to die back down
So none care anymore or ask
Where I went, what I did forgotten
Replaced by the next drama
That has them all talking
And I'll be careful to leave that alone
Stones and greenhouses and all that