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Insanity. How can I get blamed
for something I’ve never done?
Is it because I’m a woman
with the skill to write a poem
with seven verses and sad prose
like the one you hear in sad songs.
Insane and stupid in love.
That’s all I’ll ever been
when it comes to him.
Call me crazy but his green eyes
was something I loved and admired
but I wasn’t someone he wanted.
He wanted a woman to cater
to his own selfish needs.
He wanted to be the first
and the last thing a woman thinks of.
But you, you are different.
You treat me with such dignity and respect.
Insanity. Insanity. Insanity.
Can a woman ever catch a break
from the world she’s forced to live with?
Blame her for his mistakes
and his mistakes alone
but never applaud her for the good she’s done.
Worse of all, he won’t notice
how much hurt she’s going through.
He will only notice the things
he wanted to hear from her.
Love him and stop trying.
That’s what they tell me.
Are you different enough to change
the way I’m perceived by men?
I’ll hand it to you.
You are charming and witty
and nothing like the others.
But are you, are you different?