Am I crazy?

The walls are screaming at me.

" Who is she?," " Who is she?"

 

" Who is that girl in the reflection?"

" Some one familiar?" I ask

in the walls direction.

 

" It's not me." " It's not me."

" Time changes people......

For a long time, it has not been me."

 

The walls scream at me.

Is it only I who can here?

Who do I want to be?

Is it that girl in the mirror?

 

So I ask again.

Am I crazy?

Or is my perception.........

just a little bit hazy?

When the walls are screaming at me.