A poem I wrote a year ago, while delusional

I promise I’m not a sociopath
I just laugh,
a lot.
Too much.

And when no else is laughing,
promise me you’ll love me,
lose my cool,
act like a fool,
hit on by a tool.

I’m in a lull.
Please get me out of here

write, write, unite,
Hemingway style
fly, fly, fly,
like a little child.
Find, find, find
me, before
I become
wild.

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