Call Me


Call me crazy to admit my past affiliations.

Call me insane to pursue my aspirations.

Shall I lose my sanity to issues of nonsence and dislocated tangents

As I search for everlasting fullfillment?

Should I lose myself in love and acceptence,

The affections my heart craves.

Or ignore my lust and pursue creativity?

Growing up is hard enough without the media getting in the way.

Starve yourself for attention and throw your life away.

Seems to be the fad of our youth nowadays.

Let us rise beyond these mediocre stereotypes of generations past.

Let love be love, so what if not perscribed.

Let dreams sore without chains,

And all rights be forever changed.

Stop the fear of difference and accept it as better.

And perhaps see a change in weather.

Call me crazy but that's a world I long for.

For a world where no one is afraid to be who they are.


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