Crazy

How can one tell If one is losing their mind? Could questioning one's sanity Mean everything's fine? Can one know the difference Between a chemical and a devil? Is really possible for one's Psyche to be so fragile? Does peering into a mirror Allow one to view their own soul? Will studying the past Tell what the future will hold? Are the voices one hears The product of imagination? Or is there more to it, A more sinister explanation? Then again, can one be insane When the whole world is unhinged? Where evil is good And virtue is sin. But why am I asking you These questions of the mind? How could your insight be Any more valid than mine? And why are we bound together In this trip through the void? I have all of these questions While you just seem annoyed. I wish you'd say something - One thought, one reply; Instead of the constant staring, Staring with hollow eyes.