Lies Re-Written Poem by becky darkenai

You may think I'm crazy or misunderstood,
you even think you know how i work,
that leaves me to think,
if only you could.

Is it not printed clearly in black and in white,
grey areas appear but are hidden from sight,
I konw there's no rhythm,
thats how it's meant to be,
If your concentrating on that,
your not listening to me.

I'll just repeat last time,
say I'm fine
If I'm smiling I'm happy,
you know no better.