Lexi's Poetry: Call Me Crazy.. a variance of a decastich |
Call me crazy if you must It really doesn’t have any affect As I walk around talking to myself There is no room in my head For the opinions of others As you can tell, there are plenty of voices And yours just isn’t welcomed here No room for opinions or even the gestures Of a so called “sane” human being That doesn’t care to understand true insanity There is always someone peddling Some cure for the troubles of the mind Without any consideration that there are Benefits to being on the strange side of life On the edge of the societal standards Always being told what to do or how to act Yet no one seems to notice the insanity of those standards Just like no one notices the genius of my words It takes a true crazy person to do what I do Let them think what they want, doesn’t matter anymore So this is what I will continue to do Sing and dance as if life were a musical Even in the grocery store, that music will come out No matter where I am if my thoughts are right Then I will talk out loud to not only myself But the other characters found inside my imagination Just because there are voices, it doesn’t mean it is wrong So I have no plans of stopping the conversations No matter what I am told, this is how life is for me Call me crazy if you want, for that is exactly what I want to be |