All these thoughts drove me crazy,
I wondered if I should check into a psychiatric home,
I felt everyone labeled me crazy,
Yet I changed my mind because I read stories of a psychiatric home,
I chose to deal with the thoughts that drove me crazy.
There were moments when I felt that there was nothing wrong with crazy,
Then there were times when the label crazy hurt me,
Then I realized that it was up to me to define crazy,
That’s when I learned that I could disagree with what other’s thought of me,
It was up to me to decide if I was truly crazy.
Now I look back and realize that I wasn’t ever crazy,
I realize now that the one’s who labeled me crazy didn’t really know me,
Perhaps they were the ones that were crazy?
After all, only a crazy person will label me without truly knowing me,
Still it’s up to you to decide if you want to be hurt by crazy.