I Don't Understand

I don’t understand why people say I’m insane.

I am not crazy.

My view on things is just hazy.

They really should hear the stories they come up with.

If they can’t bear to hear my answer to a question,

then why do they ask?

They make me feel sorry for them-but not for the right reasons.

I am not sympathetic.

They are just pathetic.

If they cannot stand a “lie”,

then why do they spread them?

People let themselves judge me because I am not the average girl.

I don’t try to be.

I just try to be me.

They put on a false smile and deal with my presence,

but don’t you know that I can see right through it?

I try to put it all out of my mind, but somehow I let it get to me.

I won’t ever accept it.

I resent it.

It’s too hard to be criticized for loving something,

but why can’t I express myself if everyone else can?

Sometimes staying quiet is better, I’ve learned.

I keep my mouth shut,

and I don’t get hurt.

So if I’m quiet and out of the way,

then why does everyone get annoyed when I don’t speak?

I just don’t understand why people call me insane.

I am not crazy.

I am just different.