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Cover Photo by Evelyn R.L. Poem: They Called Me Crazy _"I talked  like a lawyer"_ they said. _"You speak more than a lawyer, you should be an Attorney, since you know it all" _ They said, and laughed. And on my back They said I'm crazy. And laughed some more. And it hurt bad. So I stopped talking to the fake friends And with lots of people I knew; I decided to be cold and shy. I withdrew into myself, my books, and my old keyboard that I never learned to play. I would not say a word to anyone, if I did not feel like it, even when they spoke my name. I gave them, crazy shit.... Then some co-workers and the so called friends were supposedly hurt, that I was ignoring them. But I could not talk, my mouth and jaw were just shut tight, so I wouldn't cry.... I hated being bullied By the ones I once liked. But I wrote, and wrote, and wrote. To detach myself from all. I even wrote him once a note. A poem it was; huge mistake. They, the "fake ones" didn't let me live that! The days passed, the months passed. And work grew gruesome. Friends grew scarce. My life became a closed door locked behind. _"She is not so smart."_ _"She is an elitist, smart ass."_ _"Ha! A day dreamer she is!" _"The Ice Queen, who is to good to talk!"_ Some, old friends, said on my back. _"With so much perfume, she must smell bad"_ _"She is Fat!"_ _"The biggest ass I've seen."_ _"Hell. I'd "tap" that!"_ Like I was some piece of meat or a fly painted on the wall.... (Darn cubicles, with fluorescent lights.) I just wanted to cry and hide. I could've talked back, But I grew tired of defending myself. Instead, I became quiet and shy. They said, _"Oh, she's just a crazy bitch."_ _" You literally have to slap her once to make her talk, and twice to make her shut up."_ And they all would laugh. Even He, my once best friend, laughed on my back!. It sure hurt. I was popular once.... He even called me stalker, lier, and gave me his back... But I took everything with a "grain of salt" (Whoever made that frase, I don't know, but it just stuck with me. It made my life easier) So I looked onto the "fakes" faces and smiled, Like some Cheshire Cat. I had a secret they didn't have. I acted as if I knew something they didn't know. In a way I did. I knew I was much better person than them. That bullies always loose in the end. So one day, when everyone needed me the most. I took my office box, shut off the florescent lights from my small office and took off. Not even a note. I did wrote a book. I made a blog. I freed myself from those fake friends. And I showed to him that I didn't cared If he liked me or not, because I wasn't crazy or his stalker, nor his friend anymore. And then, just as I thought, he was mine....