Psychotic,
Insane,
A lunatic,
Deranged
I answer to all these and more
I look human, but I’m not;
In a straightjacket, rocking on the floor
A twisted human, a dysfunctional robot,
Yet I hide all of this well
Total madness seems like a quirk
It doesn’t look fragile, this crystal shell
Near constant struggle, but there’s a perk:
I blend in with the clueless herd,
Who carry the true insanity
Who manage to lie without a word,
Conceal the truth from vanity
They think it’s clear,
But the line is hazy
A lie; all they hold dear
And yet they call me crazy
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I would like to translate this poem
THIS IS NICE I LIKE THE PART WHEN YOU SAID YOU BLEND WITH THE HERD I LIKE THAT VERY MUCH YES YOU ARE RIGHT TOO THERE ARE MORE CRAZY PEOPLE AROUND