Crazy?

Crazy?
Is that me?
I don't know anymore.
I stand outside myself everyday wishing to be him or her.
Crazy?
maybe that's it.
Maybe that is me.
Maybe I am crazy since I am always the background.
I never know what to feel.
The feelings I do have just pour out without caution.
Crazy?
could it be.
Am I the person everyone locks up in a hidden room.
Am I the one that never gets to grow up.
Why won't any one tell me.
Tell me why I have to be different and wonder.
Tell me why I have to be crazy.