A lonely heart, misunderstood,
They would change me if they could.
Perhaps there's something in their mind
That does not recognise my kind.
In class we were asked to think about
Stretching a rubber band over the earth.
Who would be within and who would be without
If it was over exactly half the turf?
Who decides what is a 'normal' brain?
How do we draw the line between mad and sane?
Or between obsession and love?
Perspective even dictates 'below' or 'above'.
Once I had a lapse of will-power
And found myself walking a path
That I will regret each day and hour
Though I can look back and laugh.
Really sanity is a matter of view
Not merely what is false or true
It may depend on circumstance
Can't be determined at a glance.
So you may think what you wish of me,
If you feel to judge,
But I'll leave you to your values
and from mine I will not budge.
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