Don’t look at me like I’m crazy.

What if I am crazy?

Defying what’s popular.

Not just for the fun of it.

Because it’s who I am.

Standing out only when I’m judged.

Different isn’t even the word.

More like authentic.

Or maybe distinguishable is better.

I tried to fit in when I was little.

It never worked.

I never embraced who I was.

Maybe that was the problem.

I wasn’t happy with who I was.

It kept reoccurring.

I couldn’t find the key to peace.

I kept searching outside of myself.

Asking everyone but myself who I was.

Then I had to realize that I had to look inside.

Fighting these demons.

I was and still am my own demon

As I beat this demon

My confidence grew.

Girls attention helped me fight.

But they do say the same thing that builds you up can break you down.

I turned into a cheater.

That’s not me.

A liar.
Only if it was necessary.

I was losing myself again.

Losing my balance.


Like a running back trying to stay up.

I would know I played running back in high school.

But back to the topic.

I’m finally understanding who I am.

I love hard.

I fall fast.

I give my all.

But I do lose attention.

Keep my attention.

Don’t let me look at them.

Let me look at you.

Let me listen to you.

Let them tell me I’m crazy.

Because I am.

Sane yet crazy.

Created in his image.

He made me this way for a reason.

So let me embrace what he made.

To fulfill my purpose.

Outcast with a purpose.

Guess we’ll have to wait and see

What my purpose is.

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