I don't know
whether to scream
or to cry.
Frustration
clouds
my rationality.
Am I crazy
to wonder
if you'll do me wrong?
Am I crazy
to doubt
if I'm doing you right?
How do I know
if anything I'm saying to you
is getting through?
You react
by saying I am
insane.
Your reaction
does nothing to quell
my fears.
"History repeats itself,"
they whisper
in my ear.
"People don't change,"
revolves
inside my brain.
Maybe
I am
insane.