Mental illness isn’t really what it says it is
Indeed it’s ill – but that’s because
It gives you chills like Thriller as
It passes from person to person
Because the reality of the matter be
Crazy isn’t just another diagnosis
Rather it’s the formless fugue
That smells like Teen Spirit and
Whether manifesting as foe or friend
Haunting the empty attic N my head
As Crazy is the name the ghost goes by
And kinda crazy how all these ghosts
Share a name, or maybe it’s because
There’s only ØИΣ ghost called Crazy
& we don’t realize that we’re all sharing
The same, individual experience between us
Connecting us deeper, tying our roots together
Becoming ill isn’t as simple as swallowing a pill
Rather, downloading soul DNA, updating our game
So we’re more than friends, now family N Name