by Suzanna Billingsley

Created on: August 02, 2009

I've been writing here trying to compose myself, trying scrawl myself, trying to scribe myself, trying to decree myself from their immoral desires upon myself, being left to ask myself, am I crazy?

I've been sitting here trying to soothe myself, trying to ease myself, trying to rest myself, trying to commemorate myself from their blood thirsty feeding frenzy upon myself, being left to ask myself, am I crazy?

I've been laying here trying to revive myself, trying to relax myself, trying to constrain myself from their malicious lies about myself, being left to ask myself, am I crazy?

I've been standing here trying to observe myself, trying to debate myself, trying to detach myself from their merciless reasoning's upon myself, being left to ask myself, am I crazy?

I've been crawling here trying to help myself, trying to support myself, trying to rescue myself, trying to assist myself from their laughter's at myself, being left to ask myself, am I crazy?

I've been kneeling here trying to repent myself, trying to confess myself, trying to reduce myself, trying to discredit myself, trying to acquaint myself by asking God for myself, am I crazy?

I've been dreaming here trying to reach myself, trying to taste myself, trying to captivate myself, trying to search myself, trying to seek myself to find myself in an untamed world left all by myself to ask, am I crazy?

I've been conquered here trying to please not myself, trying to serve not myself, trying to share with not myself, trying to be kind with not myself, trying to love not myself, and in return received no love for myself, to find I am crazy!

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