Beaming from ear to ear
shuffling with no wheel to steer.
Dizzily making his way,
to where I stand afraid.
Nice to meet you love,
he whispers into his cup.
I mutter umm you too,
as I quickly peer around the room.
Wild eyes and hair
drinking coffee, holding his stare.
He continues, Eddy is the name
psychopathic behaviour my game.
My face filled with panic,
body suddenly feeling ceramic.
Dont fear im harmless,
ive not yet, left anyone heart less.
Casually looking me up down,
he concludes, depression, I see you frown.
As he laughs and sits,
beckoning, here come take a shift.
Watch all the other nutters,
that one hides all the butter.
She is a real loon,
continually hums the same tune.
Get out of the kitchen,
I overhear someone bitchin'.
This is mine to clean,
bloody germs are obscene!
Commotion breaks loose,
give back what you took!
That remote is mine!
Now, is not tv time!
Nurse, nurse, a childlike adult calls,
I need help she begins to bawl.
The nurse gives her a pill,
thereafter she is quiet and still.
All of em have lost the plot,
they all need a daily shot.
I hear him speak again,
Im the sane one here my friend.
Surrounded by so many unwell,
who is crazy noone can tell.
My crazy thoughts do impair,
yet nothing, with this can compare.
Days and week passed,
patients becoming well at last.
My depression shifting,
the so called crazy were uplifting.
None of them truly insane,
majority healing from past pains.
The rest just very sick,
judged by society all too quick.
Eddy was in fact schitzophrenic too,
once well again, he had no clue.
Of his prior claims,
a kind man, with an awesome brain.
It taught me many lessons,
especially about peoples obsession.
To see or label others,
never looking beneath the covers.
Next time you witness crazy,
just stop to think that maybe.
One day, you too might become unwell,
such myths and labels, we must dispel.