i want to make my secrets known,
but nobody cares
i walk the streets
talking out loud like a crazy person,
except my words aren’t detached ramblings;
they are my humiliations,
my clever ideas you should really pay attention to
and even the ugly thoughts
i can’t avoid because i’m human.
i am not a crazy person,
not like you think of crazy people.
(see: i’m clean and well-dressed.
my grammar, too, is immaculate.
didn’t you notice?)
i may not be fully rational,
or even the person you want to hear from,
but i am the bearer of precious gifts.
if you turn your head,
and walk away,
you may lose the best gift
you could ever receive.
or you might spare yourself that bother.