I have an opinion.
"You're crazy."
I'm upset about something.
"You're crazy."
I'm paying for mistakes that don't
have my name on them.
I notice it.
"You're crazy."
I grew tired of everyone and their stupidity.
Their yelling.
Their insane methods on how to live life.
"You're crazy."
I just happen to cry.
"You're crazy."
I make a mistake.
"You're crazy."
I make another mistake.
Isn't this apart of life?
"You're crazy."
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Why am I crazy?
My under-construction life
doesn't seem to line up with yours,
which is nearly condemned.
Maybe I'm just me,
but I guess the "me" that I am
isn't going to work in this world.
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