The Walls Are Screaming At Me

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.