Some people may say I'm crazy.
Others might say I'm insane.
Of course, there's those who'd say I'm mental.
I'd go even further to say that some would call me...
But I dislike classifying others with simple words.
I find that no one should be bound by anything-
No promises, no rules, no morals. Nothing.
People only bind themselves so that they may break free.
Because- Let's face it-
No one likes being suffocated. Being stuck.
But then again, everyone loves the satisfaction of tearing away.
But of course, if I were to define myself using petty words,
I would say I am... Special.
Then again, wouldn't we all like to consider ourselves special?
It's a human weakness, I'd say. How we all grovel to have our own characteristics,
Yet we all want to fit in.
What hypocrites, us humans are.
Every single one of us.
You know, if I believed what I said,
Then I myself would be a hypocrite.
Because I know someone who never was a hypocrite.
He could never be that.
He was the one person, that no matter how hard you tried...
Nothing could confine him.
But dang, he was such a two faced jerk.
...Yet again. It was my fault.
I speak of my hatred-
Hatred of being stalled, captured.
Of being crushed.
Being a hypocrite.
When that's what I did.
I locked him away. I smothered him.
I was never special.
He must have loved the satisfaction.
But some may say I'm crazy.