They say I’m mad but I don’t care
It’s merely eccentricity
If I was poor I would be mad
but I am not which makes me glad
I have my own psychiatrist
He thinks he knows much more than me.
He has delusions which persist
Which I encourage quietly.
So he advances theories
meant to explain what makes me tick.
Tries to diagnose some disease.
He cannot see I am not sick.
I did not choose to be a clone
accept opinions tailor made
He is a fool he should have known
That I would see through his charade.
I am not mad just different.
Simply because I choose to be
I go my own way quite content
Proud of my eccentricity.
12-Oct-08
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem