The crazies

Jaayx3

The crazies

I live with these people called the crazies

The crazies are all on different levels

The crazies make me laugh

The crazies make me cry

The crazies make me angry

The first crazy is wild

The first crazy is outspoken

The first crazy is what you call misunderstood

The second crazy is unpredictable

The second crazy is unique

The second crazy is something NO ONE could handle

The third crazy is hilarious

The third crazy is full of pain and anger

The third crazy is worst of them all

The third is the crazy you don’t want to be alone with

So I live with these people I call the crazies but....

They are family there’s No doubt about that.

 

  • Author: Jaay (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 7th, 2018 13:01
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 60
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