It’s strange how
Us human beings
Can’t be left alone for long
Before beginning to talk to oneself.
First, we’ll do it when no one’s around,
Then we’ll do it in public.
By accident at first,
Then it just becomes habit.
Our friends begin to think we’re wack
And spread rumors.
We earn the title “crazy”.
The “sane” people tell their children to stay away from us.
They don’t understand,
We only talk aloud to no one,
So we don’t feel as alone as we seem.
We’ll talk as you walk past.
We’ll make eye contact and you’ll run away,
But we honestly aren’t even talking to you.
You really think we really care?
The “sane’s” say:
“Look, there goes one of the ‘Crazy Tribe’ lunatics. Stay far away,
They may take you away.”
Us of the “Crazy” Tribe would just laugh,
For they don’t know the truth
Behind the talk.
Oh, that’s who we all are
Where we all live.
We’re all a little lost,
If not completely.
In some ways,
We’re all lost
Some people just haven’t realized,
That they are one of us.
We’re all part of the Lone Tribe.
© Amelia Jacobson