Their eyes glance at me, I sense the awkwardness, what shall we say to him?

You see I'm the man next door who's mind who they say
has crossed the line , the Drs call it mental illness, I say that's a crime.

For it is true that I'm chaotic and rapant at times,  
creativity should be nurtured, not medicated and fined.

You see I'm the man next door who's seen as 'unwell' for they see the police take me to the cells.  

I tell you honestly that this is no curse, just a alternate state of mind, try opening your eyes, you maybe suprised.