You say I'm delusional
To see the sky painted a constant grey.
You say I'm crazy
To not see my true self in the mirror.
You say I should be over it by now,
That my soft cries are growing old to your ears.
You say I should snap out of it,
That my distant stares are making everyone uneasy.
You say I need to try harder,
And I am.
I'm trying so hard to be a better person.
I just can't figure out how.