Am I crazy because I feel things, show my emotion, wear my heart on my sleeve?
Or, am I crazy because my feelings, emotions, heart do not align with yours?
Why is it that when you are interested, I am a stargirl? Unique, beautiful, quirky, entertaining, intoxicating.
But the minute I show imperfection I am a bother, an obligation, some girl fawning over you needing to be reprimanded and kept in line.
You call it crazy, I say consistent.
You can not walk in and out as you please and expect me to be available at your command.
I am a person.
I have needs.
When those needs are not met, I am allowed to feel.
Maybe you are the fucking crazy one.