Some people collect stamps
Some people collect vintage cars
Some people collect old rugs
Some people collect modern art
Some people collect Royal Doulton china

Some people collect little silver tea spoons,
With places they’ve visited enameled to the handles on tiny plaques
Some people even collect dead bugs

But me, I’m different
I collect people with personality disorders
Borderline
Narcissistic
Histrionic
Anti social

they see me and they come running
Right across the room
I’m not sure why, but they do
I often relate this to my troubled childhood
Sometimes I think I’m the crazy one

Smooth, charming and seductive
Controlling, angry and unpredictable
Are they a reflection of me?
Or a mirage I am projecting and creating?

Today I woke up in the middle of this movie I’ve been making

I’m tired of it

I think it’s time to write a new script

Collect People Room Running Script Time Tired Troubled