It’s all in the mind.
Theft wears lots of different cloaks,
the obvious like the pickpocket,
or the bully who used to steal my lunch money.
The devious, who smiles as he empties your wallet,
the ransacking burglar.
None of these compare to the worst kind of thief,
the one who steals my sanity.
Who is it? you ask.
It’s my own imagination.