You may not understand me, and I don't think you ever will.
I'm hard to figure out, and impossible to truly understand.
I'm completely crazy, and I don't think that's a fault.
I'm always smiling and laughing, but what you never see is that inside I'm screaming.
I hate everything, everything pisses me off, everyone annoys me, but I'm smiling on the outside, and it's not even a show.
The smiles are real. The laughs genuine.
So yeah, I am crazy.
And yeah, maybe that will make you stay away from me, but I am who I am.
I laugh. I cry. I love. I smile. I make mistakes. I yell. I scream. I hate.
But there is so much more you can't see.
You can't see the things that make me tick or the things that I love.
You can't understand how much music means to me or how much everyone hurts me.
You can't see how different I am compared to any of you.
I am completely alone, yet I'm surrounded by people.
So you may not understand me, and I know you never will.
But I am who I am.
And I'm okay with that.