Cubic Zirconium

You look at me like I'm crazy
Although that may be true
I wonder if you've ever stop judging
To take a long, crisp look at you
I may be purely psychotic
Might even need a psychiatrist too
But I'd rather be locked in a mental institution
Then to deal with hypocritical you
I am broken, torn, and weary
I don't have a lot of strength to fight
But I would rather drown in the darkness
Than shine in your superficial light