Again

A description of insanity.

I am standing here in this monkey suit.
I have no idea what possessed me to stand here,
Especially in this damn monkey suit.
I have been on this twisted mess of a world for plenty long enough to know better than to pull something like this;
Might as well I pull it while looking like this.
I look hideous.
It appears that not only am I doing it, I am doing it in front of a whole bunch of sadistically happy people.
Witnesses they are to this horrible debacle,
Excited to watch me commit this ancient crime
To myself and everyone I care about,
Again.
I feel the fear and revulsion building up in my spine.
The stupidity of standing here brings hyper-reason back into my mind.
I try to remember where the exits are,
How best to get to my truck,
Where I should go,
How far can I get and how fast can I get there;
And how do I get out of this terrible monkey suit.
I turn to go,
Full of panic and adrenaline.
I need to see how fast this old cowboy can run.
Thankfully I still have my boots on.
There has to be a back door.
Just then there is a commotion down at the front.
I noticed that the music has changed.
I stop, turn, and look;
And feel the horror, and the fear, and the questions, and the panic all slip away.
It is like they were never even there.
I forget all about the monkey suit,
Or the happy crowd of onlookers,
Or if I even own a truck,
Or if I am even breathing.
Instead my heart is filled as full as a heart can be filled;
Because, being escorted down the isle to me,
By my newest son,
Is SHE.