no matter what another say, if you think your in the right then pursue that thought. Nobody has a life that is any better then yours, it's all how they disguise there selves wear their mask that fucks with your perceptions.
We all was taught to just make it through. They were taught to fool you into thinking they could.
In the end it's all the same everyone will pass through that same damn tunnel, going out just like they came in wearing no damn clothes, all alone, with nothing but your soul. Now while we're here we must confess that this shit was built by only us...
So as I sit and complain about all the shit I built I can't help but stop and think why can't I see the beauty in anything anymore like the damn butterfly's I love so fucken much them mutherfuckers was just lier's the freedom they represent was never a reality it was just misunderstanding this is what I mean when I saying the beauty has escape every little thing now I the only thing i see is ugly...
How can I make myself better make myself stand and take my ground back take my pride, they will never get my dignity...
What must I do in order to see the sun for what it is feel it's warmth...
can this be just a phase or am I really bat shit crazy...
I'm leaning more toward crazy I guess this will just be me I will just have to adapt learn to take all them voices stick in my pocket and drag their asses right along beside me even tell them to shut the fuck up
but I sort of like a few I guess I can take a pill that my doc can easily give have you ever heard someone say duh that will be me maybe even drool and have that look in my eye of someone who is lost
while I say I am crazy and list on this day in our sorry times I'm really just in my hiding spot sometimes you have to knock a little louder..
but when I hear you beating
I will be a hundred on my ps and QS talking to you just like you talk to me, just as here as you standing there in my mind as much as I can be just like you..
So who is it that determines if we are crazy or not.
if it has already been predetermined bat shit crazy is my label in which I will wear are they wearing one to.
does it also say bat shit crazy,
I might not spell as good as them blame it on the drugs
I bet I can stand toe to toe, match you one for one , never let you get ahead of so are you bat shit crazy to are we living in a world of shit in which we all built bat shit crazy competing for the right to determine which of our crazy asses are crazier then the rest...
could it be that all of us as the individuals we are simply have different views different ways in which we live and have no right to say who is crazy and not ...
Angela Oaks
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