Crazy isn’t the worst thing I’ve been called .
Lately, crazy is what they are calling me .
I am not crazy , just simply misunderstood.
Am I crazy for looking at life through a different eye, and accepting things the way they are.
I’d prefer to look at the glass half full , then the glass half empty .
Acknowledging the positives before the negatives .
They say i am crazy , because of my choices , but they don’t know me .
I am crazy because , I don’t want to fit in with society.
Crazy because I hold no regrets on my life .
Crazy because my hobbies are different listening to music , writing poetry , and dancing .
They call me crazy because when I love , I love hard .
Crazy, because I loved men who couldn’t be honest just to save their earthly material possessions.
Crazy, because I’d prefer to fight for my relationship before calling it quits .
They call me crazy for being realistic
They call me crazy for knowing that things are temporary and not permanent
They call me crazy, because my solitude is what I like
They call me crazy for living my life with standards and not by the books .
I am just little girl from the ‘Hood,’ who has had my ways at life .
At times I felt like a penny with a hole in it , hopeless.
At times I felt like a hundred dollars , valuable .
So if all of that makes me crazy .
Hi , nice to met you my name is CRAZY .