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)
- Published: January 7th, 2018 13:01
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 60
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