is it ever any wonder why i am so
damn crazy?
asking myself that
makes me go back
to where it all started from
neglected
shunned
black sheep
and
you call me crazy
cuz
i did nothing but embrace the labels
that you gave me
phase
after
phase
after phase
trying to please everyone
trying to figure it out
trying to find my place
trying to find
myself
and
i still dont know where i am
is it any wonder why i am so
damn crazy?
eccentricities
to a fault
sarcastic
unapologetic for the ramblings that go thru
my head
making it sane for others
as
my own insanity grows so tall
that i can't reach it
uncaring
unsharing
unbelievable amount of hatred
for those
who hurt me
over
and
over
yet still
i bend
over
backwards for them
is it any wonder why i am so damn crazy?
my instability
my inability
my insanity
is a part of me
it is who i am
though it doesnt define me
i wont ever run from it
so
i go thru
the
HIGHS
and
l
o
w
s
make love to the medication
greet the voices in my head each morning
smile at the figments of my imagination
embrace the crazy....
cuz this is the way you made me