Scindo Mens

Listen to me

Do I not speak with clarity

The clues are many

If you see not the truth
Then you are not attentive

Is it that my sanity
Is too real

Too

Subtle

With the oddities

Merely idiosyncrasies

Or is it this

That I am made
Of too many parts

Splintered in the mind’s eye

A great mimic
Impersonating

“The Sane”

I know not

All I know

Is that we are not
At this juncture

In my right mind

© 2011, Mosquitobyte