Crazy

They tell me that I'm crazy

But I don't think I am

People whisper about me when I walk by

Sometimes they even stop to stare

It doesn't bother me much anymore

Not like it used to

I've been through a lot

Probably to hell and back

But they don't know that

That's why I look at them and laugh

I try to brush it off

Because I know I'm not crazy

It's called a mental illness

And it sucks to have

But it runs in my family

I get it mostly from my dad

I take my medication

It seems to help a lot

I tell you I'm not crazy

Because it's the honest truth

People think they know me

When in all reality they don't

They just talk and talk and talk

But they don't see what happens behind closed doors