Am I Crazy?

This is a poem that for me elaborates a little about the thought-provoking word ‘crazy’. Blah, Blah, Blah, the Blah! Blah, Blah, Blah, the Blah! Stop! They all look at me With words spelling ‘Crazy’ Stop! Stop! Stop! Am I crazy? I forever rant my thoughts to my daisy, She stands in a vase all day playing lazy Stop! Does this make me crazy? Blah, Blah, Blah, the Blah! Blah, Blah, Blah, the Blah! An adult who still sleeps fondly with a doll Is usually described ‘a screwball’ Stop! So am I crazy? So what is crazy? Talking to yourself alone on the day bus Walking the street naked without a just cause Sleeping under your bed daily without giving a toss Speaking to the mirror, stating you are the boss shitting in public, wondering why they are making such a fuss Walking and talking like a man, instead of a lady This poem is crazy Stop! So am I crazy? Blah, Blah, Blah, the Blah! Blah, Blah, Blah, the Blah! Ranting away in my new mental home Doctors have labeled me half-baked Simply because of a normal mistake I stopped acting normal First lost all my pals, labeling me ‘Animal’ When I’m only a meat and fish cannibal I'm accused of being mentally deranged Because I shouted in the supermarket as I was dollar short-changed They say I’m mentally unstable Pump me up daily with drugs While tied to the bed with crazy cables Now who is the vicious thug? But my thoughts are still perfectly capable Of comprehending the new meaning of crazy What is normal? What is crazy? How are we so damn sure, normal is not crazy? Blah, Blah, Blah, the Blah! Blah, Blah, Blah, the Blah! Stop! Stop! Stop! Am I crazy?