For you see, I am not crazy, not insane, nor deranged as they all perceive me to be. It was not my doing, but it was the man's doings. The man who framed me, and subjected me to a life of solitude. A life where I drown in my own despair. A life of loneliness, judgmental stares, and plain white walls with no escape. For you see, I am not crazy.All Rights Reserved