Black Poets Society: Am I going insane?

Am I going insane? I’ve got to be irrational. I’ve got to be impatient. I’ve got to escape. Am I going insane? I am wrong in theory. I am wrong in practice. I am wrong when I’m correct. Am I going insane? I need to vent. I’m sure I won’t. I live in pressured silence. Am I going insane? I’m talking. I’m loud. They see. They turn. I wear it well. Am I going insane? No rhyme. Not a reason. No want. No drive. I’m tired and just feel like I’m going insane.