I am the crazy person hiding in the dark, peaking through the windows and never leave a mark.
I’m hiding in the shadows and always dress in black; If you try to follow me you will never see my track.
I am the crazy person people don't acknowledge, I wish I had the dollars I would have gone to college.
Society turns its back and pushes us away; let me tell you something, we are here to stay
I am the crazy person surviving on the edge, all my crazy voices saying step up to the ledge.
I am the crazy person hiding in my brain, shutting off the voices and killing all the pain
I am the crazy person living with the shame, when you don't acknowledge us your just as much to blame.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem