Sometimes I wonder
Am I alone?

One self sheltered in my own mind
Fetal position, head lowered

Or maybe I am not alone
Anger on my left
Sadness on my right
Insanity holding me tight
The three that grew up with me

Anger was there when people would hurt
Sadness when people died
Yet insanity is still with me now

I guess sometimes I am not alone
At least not in my sheltered mind