You Know (Or you should anyway, seeing as how I don’t. Someone has to have all of the answers)

I’m my own kind of crazy

And anyway,

What is normal?

Just a matter of opinion,

If you ask me

Which you won’t,

Because you’re scared

I’m too weird,

Too alien,

Too one of a kind for you

Or your friends,

Or anyone in the world,

For that matter…

Thank you,

For taking the time,

I know you’re busy,

What with your soccer

Games,

Your dancing lessons,

And your pre-scheduled play-dates

If that’s even a word,

As someone in a book I once read

Said

I forget which book…

Ah, you’re still here

Looking at me in stunned silence…

Y’know,

You’re quite welcome to leave,

But it must be by your choice

I’ll just ramble on,

Whether or not if you’re standing here,

I’ll just be talking to god

(Who some say is everywhere, you know)

Or myself,

It really depends on my mood…

Black,

The color black

Is now everywhere.

(My sister forgot to put her paints away,

Which really isn’t like her at all,

You know;

Or maybe you don’t,

It’s not like you’ve met her.)

I dislike black now,

It’s all over my SAT

Study book,

And it really doesn’t belong there,

(I hope) you know…

What was I saying?

Oh, you’re still standing there,

Why are you still standing there?

Why are you still reading this?

Why did I even write this?

I, personally,

Don’t have any of the answers

So you’d better get up from your chair

And go find them

Hurry,

There’s not much time left,

You know