they call me crazy

when my skin enjoys the kiss from the knife
and my eyes allow the ooze of strife
to drop on the floor where i want to just end my life
when my smile is the best liar in the world
when it's telling a quack story
of such a happy girl.
as she is forced to look up to the sky
and constantly recite sucess sucess
with a voice sooo high,
just wanting to get high
and eat the stars, stars??
but in the real world,
$2 dollas and some change wont get you
that far
sorry.
when i cry once a year
you'll notice the black in my tears
with my precious demons laughing so
near
tryin tofind my angels
cuz i still have the sane
part of me that still screams out to you jesus
knowing one day ill be home..
oh my godd!!!!this insanity
but you just say its just the beauty of humanity
and i walk away saying i guess
but i gotta confess with my forehead
locked in the corner of this place
they call me crazy and such an ungrateful disgrace
but please i hope you can at least see my face
like kenna,
i want to make sure they see my face
as i recite and shout this poem out on stage
as i pull out my hair in this fucking cage!!!!
but they give me pills and label me deranged??
i only got my mother, yet she's getting tired and i dont
blame you ma
18 goddamn years
and im hoping i could just make you proud
as i scratch my arm like a crack fieeend
and my pupils start to get lean
do you know what i tryin to say
know what i mean
have the mic right in front of me
i dont want to be heard
i just want someone to relate
or did i miss that date
that appointment
the fucking lunatic annoymus
they call me crazy
and i know why...
for all these poems i write
our my nightly lullabys
to help me put it down
and wake up to a new day
for someday
they will call me...

i dont know what they'll say