Afraid of a little crazy?
We are the crazy ones- the bipolar, anxious, schizophrenic, depressed, moody, wrong personality, wrong eating habits.
We hunt you down, make you our friends and make you happy till it suits us. We learn about you, you learn we are nut jobs, you run, run, run, run, as far as it takes you.
Who knows? We might kill your mood, eat your brains, damage your fun nights, suck the happiness out of you, slow you down to your path of freedom.
Who really wants that?! To read a book about us, to watch a movie about us, to watch a series about us, to know us? It’s so depressing. And life is already taking it’s share.
No, I get it. But you made us. Maybe it’s chemical imbalance, maybe it’s hereditary, but it’s also You.
It’s society. You crazy breed. Abusers of little children, beating the hell out of your wives, drinking, fighting, mothers who shouldn’t have had children, sick, psychological treatments, have a child and leave them. Where does it end? Where is it written that you are not sicker than us?
You made us. You leave us. You are afraid of us. And you should be.
