Sanity

Childhood.
I told them, I saw dead people around me.
"Child's imagination", and I was dismissed.

Adolescence.
The number of corpses grew.
"Television!", they blamed.

Adulthood.
I still see them.
"Asylum?", all heads nodded in unison.

The visits became irregular,
Scant,
And then stopped.

Nobody wanted to see or feel me around, insanity around.
It was limited to beautiful and perfect.

As I sit here, with a vacant set of people -
I no longer see dead.
I feel weightless.
Elated with my own discovery.

I was never crazy,
And no one realized - It was them I always saw.