I was torn

I was torn
I could not determine
If I felt sorry for them
Or if I was envious of
These people around me
Who seam content
Are they crazy ?
I guess I’ll never really know.
Perhaps I am the crazy one
Maybe I have finally gone mad
I wondered if these variant citizens
Had ever been visited at night
By a woman
With a trench coat on
Wearing a nurses uniform underneath it
Like I had.
She wanted to fix me
And make things better
Had this happened to these people to.
Have they also been awoken to the pounding
Of a madman at the door
In Uruguay.
Maybe they have
I was torn


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