The others

The crazy people
They always smile at me
I can spot them
It's an overall thing
We have an instinct to spot them quickly
But some of us are numb
Big
Beaming smiles of knowing recognition
Large
Lolloping
Jolting
Body knowing contact
I realise
Of course
That they might think I'm one of them
When they're smiling
Passing me they think
The crazy people
They always smile at me