I am crazy

My mind breaks down sometimes, in the middle of a sentence, or conversation. Sometimes even in the middle of a word.

I am crazy.

I can't control my mouth, or hands or my feet sometimes. They just seem to run away with me.

I am crazy.

I say so many things, things I wish I could take back. But it is the way of language that it is un-take-back-able. When you say a thing, it has been said. There is no way around or back from it. Therefore, I try to watch everything I say to people. But sometimes things still slip out, when

I am crazy.

Or, sometimes, when the crazy is me.