06/18/2026
Crazy
You call me crazy, but you never see,
It’s your reflection staring back at thee.
No talking sense, no owning wrong,
It’s the same tired dance, the same old song.
You twist the truth, you play the game,
But I won’t carry your endless blame.
I need out of this loop, I need my release,
Your chaos won’t steal my hard‑earned peace.
You call me names, act like I’m dirt on the floor,
I’ve seen this madness all before.
Your narcissistic ways, no accountability,
It will keep going till you heal within thee.
So label me crazy, if that’s what you choose,
But I refuse to sit around you and lose.
You’re on your own — maybe one day you’ll grow,
But until then, you’ll watch everyone go.
And only then will you finally see,
The one who is crazy was never me.
by Rosalind P. Steed
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