For My Psychotic Friend Tiff, since she has never had someone write a poem about her

Its hard to imagine, how it feels to be you Seeming so surrounded in insanity Could this be an act, or this behavior true? Sitting at home, by yourself spouting out profanity

So many times, I've wanted to kick you in your head Maybe that would correct whats making you lame But if I might kick to hard you might be dead And your parents would have me to blame

Yet in this world, we accept people in your condition And perhaps I should be your friend And I proudly take on this mission And my attempts to make you sane, shall have no end

I dunno how you go to be how you are today All I really ask is that you keep far far away