I saw it, I know I did
But they said I didn’t.
I felt it, not as light touch but a firm hand on my shoulder,
But they said it was the wind.
I am sure it wasn’t wind that held my shoulder.
It wasn’t a dream replaying in my head.
If I dreamt I must have slept,
But sleeping I did not do.
If it was imagination,
I must have lost some time engaged in it.
But I can account for all my time.
Yet they want to convince me I did dream or imagine
Now I must prove myself sane
I must prove my reality.
It’s hard when nobody believes you
It’s even harder when you realize they are pretending to be helpful
Harder as it becomes,
More motivated I must be.
For if I fail to prove my reality,
I will forever be looked at like a loon.