A Poem
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Please don’t call me crazy.
I think, I know I might be crazy,
I could be burnt out or workaholic, sleepless or a sleeping monster,
depressed or maniac, unipolar or bipolar,
call me anything but crazy.
I think, I know I might be a psycho,
I could be anti-social or over-social, alcoholic or drug addict,
derealized or depersonalized, hallucinating or delusional,
call me anything but psycho.
I think, I know I might be nuts,
I might be anorexic or bulimic, feeling the greatest or hopeless,
fatigued or obsessively enthusiastic, cachectic or obese,
call me anything but nuts.
I think, I know I might be lunatic,
I might be suicidal or on-mind criminal, restless or unexpectedly energetic,
ill or “healthy”, high on anti-depressants or low on anxiolytics,
call me anything but lunatic.
I think, I know I might be crazy,
I could be burnt out or workaholic, sleepless or a sleeping monster,
depressed or maniac, unipolar or bipolar,
call me anything but crazy.
I think, I know I might be a psycho,
I could be anti-social or over-social, alcoholic or drug addict,
derealized or depersonalized, hallucinating or delusional,
call me anything but psycho.
I think, I know I might be nuts,
I might be anorexic or bulimic, feeling the greatest or hopeless,
fatigued or obsessively enthusiastic, cachectic or obese,
call me anything but nuts.
I think, I know I might be lunatic,
I might be suicidal or on-mind criminal, restless or unexpectedly energetic,
ill or “healthy”, high on anti-depressants or low on anxiolytics,
call me anything but lunatic.
Initially Published Here: https://medium.com/invisible-illness/please-dont-call-me-crazy-4d142622dfb9
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