Confession #65

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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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