Day 218:

They say I'm completely crazy
But they're only half right
My thoughts are so dark
I need a flash light
Murky as a glass of milk
In the pitch of night
I swim through thoughts that swirl about
And don't seem like they're mine
Voices float in vapor form
Commanding me to perform
While others shout to stop it now
Demanding I conform
Which ones do I listen to
How do I discern my own
I'll have to go with my gut
Knowing I can never know