you may think i'm crazy

you may think i'm crazy from the outside,
but i think you may be right.
and all that covers is just the beginning
of what went through the years.
i've been stoned,
and tossed around the home.
i've been crying my eyes 'til there's nothing
coming out.
to be picked on,
just for the low intelligence i may have.
to be blood,
they still wouldn't mind.
i am the prey of horrible souls,
i am the judged of the closed minded,
torture in and out,
physical and mental.
i've seen the best and the worst,
dead people follow inside my head.
to relive the nightmares that happened
for real.
you may think i'm crazy from the outside,
but i think you may be right.