They call me weird. And crazy too!
They have there reasons and I know that's true
I'm different, altered, unrelated
But at least I see the truth
I differ from you, you differ from me
Isn't it that that makes me crazy?
But think, my friend, but think
We are all different, you've heard it before
But think, there's more.
My mind and thoughts differ from yours, that's what makes me weird.
You don't understand the concept thats me, and I'm glad you don't - it's feared
YOU ARE READING
I'm weird. And crazy too!
PoetryWe are different. But isn't that what makes me crazy?!