Help In a whirlwind of numbness, there is nothing but madness this pen is my release, the ink it is my blood everything I see and everything I do haunts my #life, my everyday it tells me I am crazy Crazy am I, a young girl who acts on impulse, who listens to her feelings as thought they are a parent, or rather a best friend Crazy am I, an old woman, who spent her #life alone searching for 'the one' but finding no one Crazy am I, a young boy, who fights for justice there are no greater oxymorons, but he does what he is told Crazy am I, the Lesbian, confused as what to feel scared of the reaction of her loved ones, she hides in shame Crazy am I, the killer, who's so fed up with #life, he wishes to take another, perhaps his beloved wife? Crazy am I, the teacher, who devotes his #life to a robot of audiences, faith is in his nature Crazy am I, the poet, who writes these very words she spends her days deep in thought, but seems to have no cares Crazy are we, these people, who have felt all too much all here for different reasons, none matter. the fact remains that we are, all indeed crazy.