am I crazy?

You've got me convinced.
Time has watched me take it all in..

It's My fault.
It's Me.

but when I crack,
when My shield crumbles,
and My truth comes out...

am I crazy?
I am crazy.

does My intolerance offend you?
have I caught you off guard?

My usual was submission.
My normal is..

normal is what makes You feel comfortable, but what makes me scream inside.

I don't want Your normal
I want to be recognized.

the tears behind my eyes
hold no purpose
they hold no reason...

they wait...

they wait for a touch, a look,
they pray..

but they are tired
and have played these games before

deep down inside they know,
how blue they become,
and how good the pain feels

inside they know,
only they can calm the storm