Insanity: Revolving The Number

REVOLVING THE NUMBER
My brian thinks.
I wonder what this could mean.
“6”?
Red lettering?
Girl in white?
My dreams?
Always on my mind.
I tell no one.
No one would believe me.
Why would they?
A mad person?
That is humerous.
Talking of somethings?
The nerve!
Why, would you believe me?
If I twas to come upon you,
And say such ghastly things?
Of course you would deny it!
You would laugh!
Say I am mad!
So, I am alone.
So, no one will believe me.
Bummer.