I'm not crazy. Respect me for the deranged, sadist that I am. Call me a freak. According to you, I have a unusual personality. Say I am odd, I am unpaired, occasional or strange. I am undefined, in a category of my own. I am the Ace in the hole, Variable in the equation, Balance on the end of the scale.
I am anonymous. I can be the only I, for like me, there are no others. I am recognized as the unexpected, the unheard of.
I dare you, to be no one other than yourself. Its just just me and you. Look in the mirror, let your reflection speak back you. I can see the fractures in your facade, minute but tangible nonetheless; Tiny crevices to become cracks for you to view, holes that gape like old sores open anew.
We can see you.
Can you do it? Even more crucial, will you?
Step away from the madness, take a good look, analyze.
Your life is under the microscope, the limelight, for you to despise.
I can not do it for you, your perception is like any other, only you can see it through your eyes.
Ask yourself Why.
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