Doing hundred things regretting ninety nine.
I guess in madness, I’m first in line.
I am called crazy by foe and friend.
But what’s inside me, they can’t mend.
Hardship, bloodshed, institutions know.
What it made inside to grow.
This me inside me, a disguised danger.
Makes me to me a searching stranger.
It makes me loose when I win,
And shows me winnings, in a sin.
It leads my battles in voices grand,
But when I turn, alone I stand.
Achieving hurts and lost is formal.
Despair comforts, for it seems normal.
And in the end in crazy silence.
It all boils over into violence.
I hope by God one day to find,
The re-al me, in heart and mind.
For I Know inside me, is a diamond shining.
Though I’m a dark cloud, I have a silver lining.
Piet, Zonderwater Correctional Facility
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