Sandcastles

I watch you build your sandcastles
Your fragile buildings made of shredded stone
I feel the waves at my feet as they wash away
Every bit of rubble you stacked upon rubble

And you call me dirty

I hear whispers of storms and take cover
Peeping out the cracks of windows
Just to sing with the howling wind
And laugh at the cries of the devastated

And you call me insane

As if I were hearing voices in my own head
Truth be told I'd rather not hear them
Just because they ARE real, not imagined
With their ear grating madness that I hear

Yet you still call me dirty
Because I saw you in your own dirt


**wrote this at 2 in the morning one night when I was drunk as shit, apparently. don't remember writing it or what the hell its about**