the fan made the light flicker

I told them not to make it do that

a drop sweat

splattered on the yellowed parchment

decorated with my whims

that betrayed my thoughts

my mind

and its soundness

they all stared

some pointed

others looked away

I gave you all me

(I laugh)

it's the glue I tell you

the glue of sanity

it shapes my misrepresentation

you think me less

somehow more

yet I stand apart

in a good way?

maybe

maybe not

but i stand none the less

before you

unafraid