I’m not insane
But that’s what you’d dub me
If you knew,
Oh, if only you knew
That these discolorations
Upon my thigh
Are not caused
By what I so claim them
Sports! I say
Tripped, ha!
Clumsy me!
Did you consider
The complications
Of getting a bruise that size
Upon my thigh
By tripping?
No one’s asked
Naturally
Are they insane?
Everyone’s insane but me
Obviously, that’s it
This desire for pain,
Normal
This selfinflicted temporary scar
Of lashing out
Normal
Does everyone else
Do what I do
And I’ve never noticed
Just as they
Don’t notice me?
Or am I just insane?
For that’s what I’ve dubbed me.