Confession #65: I'm crazy
I just can't.
I"m tired.
I
can't
be
who
I
wanted
to
be.
They say,
I'm crazy.
But
I
just
want
to
do
what
I
want
to
do.
Is
that
too
much?
They say,
you won't.
Why?
Why can't I
just be free?
Lately I've been
cooped
up
inside
this
filthy
cage
for years
and
I
just
want
to
flap
my
wings
and
fly.
I want
everyone
to see my wings.
My
beautiful
glorious
wings.
But you won't let me.
Instead,
YOU
CALL
ME
CRAZY.
I am in a rage
of blindness.
I'm hungry
for revenge,
I'm hungry
to try.
Sometimes
it
just
gets
to
be
too
much.
Sometimes,
I
wish
the
whole
world
just
stood
still.
While
my
dizzy
self
takes
a
second
to
vomit
the
negativity
that has been
pouring
inside my
mind
and
unto
my
stomach.
I just am a small child
waiting
to be
acknowledged
to be known
to be accepted,
when no one else has
But
I
can't
Because
they say
THAT
I
AM
CRAZY.
Maybe I am. Maybe I should walk away from all the fucking things I have ever done. Pained who I pained. And just walked away. I should have just left when my parents reminded me of my past. I wish I wasn't different. I wish I was normal. But no. I"m crazy. I'm mental. I just want to scream out as the thoughts start poking at me.
I don't know who I am anymore.
All I know is that I'm crazy.
Insane
Stupid
Selfish
Ugly
TIred
and Done.
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