They say I am mad.
Most of the time I talk to myself,
Especially when I’m in public,
With the presence of people and moving cars.
They don’t want to accept me,
They judge me,
They hate me,
They laugh at me,
Because they believe that I am mad.
I so wish people could see me differently.
I so wish my family could accept me, love me and support me.
I know I am not mad, I am just a writer
THEY SAY I AM MAD