Crazy.


Reckless.
I am reckless in almost everything I do.
No matter why, who I'm with, time of day.
Careless.
I am careless with any task in my hands.
Nothing really matters to me.
I didn't finish it?
Eh, I wouldn't have done it well anyway.
Thoughtless.
I am a thoughtless being.
I never think before I act or speak.
I just do, or say.
Because of these things I get called crazy...
Maybe I am.

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This poem is about me, a piece of sh*t.