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.