Crazy

I see things that aren�t really there,
But no one really seems to care.
Sometimes I walk down the street,
Dancing to some unheard beat.
I kill people as I walk,
Not only that but sometimes I talk.
I talk to things that remain unseen,
And sometimes I see a glowing beam.
People say I�m crazy but I don�t really mind,
Because when they talk to me, they seem really kind.
I wish you could see what I see,
I wish there was someone else like me.
But I am alone,
No need to sit by the phone.
No one calls, no one cares,
It�s like I�m not even here.
I wish someone would talk to me,
Then they�d know what it�s like to be me.

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