Ducks

Insanity
something dictated
from only the sane
from only the ones
who observe

Whose to say
how mad
I really am?

You?

You're the one
who spent ages
analysing the minds
similar to mine

Hunched over
those thick encyclopedias
memorizing your lists of symptoms
like toy soldiers
or ducks in their
neat little rows

But I am not a duck
And I refuse
to stand in your row

Maybe you say
"you're insane"
and the irony
overwhelms me
with relief

Or

Maybe you say
that I am normal
as normal as one can be
I'm just being
dramatic

my problems are minor
excusable

But I can feel this insanity
I can hear it
creeping up on me

I’ll just keep it
rely on it
here under the surface
while you muse
over your sanity
and the sanity
of those around you

Thankyou for curing me
I feel
much better
now knowing that I'm a duck