I wish I could turn the crazy off. I wish that I could make it go away, make it somehow stop.
But I can't. It consumes me, eating away at me like a parasite that's settled in my mind and stomach.
I am too naive, too blind. It's so easy to lie to me, to play me like a fiddle that I don't even notice that it's not my tune coming from me.
I am too damaged, too broken.
