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