I'm Not Crazy

There's so much turmoil
In my wrecked head
Some days it doesn't pay
To even get out of bed
I'm always taken so off guard
When I do get up
By those who just don't matter
With their social fantastical chatter
If you tell them to get a life
your words you'll see them splattered
Like the letters in a game of Scrabble
In senseless banter and pointless warble
Maybe, I'm not crazy after all
As I watch them falter and eventually fall