Crazy

I am beyond tired of people

Shaming the mentally ill.

This day in which we live

Tells us that if we are sad

Than it is not as bad as we think.

That we need to pull up our pants 

and grow up

'Cause so many people have it worse.

Because if you don't have cancer

Or some other physical illness

Than we are not really sick.

Just lazy, or attention seeking,

And for some,

Even crazy.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world

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