Some might think I’m crazy
To bad I’m a lunatic
It’s funny they all misperceive me
They see the weird looks
And all the time I’m writing to myself
“They misjudge me”
And only if they knew
I’m much worse off then they think
But only by their perception
Because I’m happy being insane
See everyday is different
And when I see them I think
“These people must be insane”
They treat everyday as mundane