I am...

I am unique just like everyone else
I am needy because I feel I have nothing yet I have everything
I am loud only in my head so why do I keep thinking others can hear
I am crazy but only in my veins
I am only a drama queen because others describe me as on
Am I really a hypocrite? Like you believe I am.
I feel weird when I am not in my place where I know I belong
I can be brat but only in my imagination
I am just a classy lady who will only tell the truth
Do not consider me poetic because I know my way with words
I can be blunt when others can not understand my wicked ways.
The human mind thinks I am funny, but my deluded mind thinks its evil.
I am bitchy only to an extent
I am violent when I am being pushed around and don’t get me way ( I usually do)