They Say

They may say that I and a bad person.
 Others may say the I am a sick person.
 They call me lazy and fat.
 Others call me scared.
 They look at my imperfections and base my whole character on those imperfections.
 Others teach me to learn from my defects.
 They call me stupid and crazy.
 Others call me insane.
 I must learn to not pay attention to what they say and learn from the actions of others.
 I hear you, but I'm not listening. It's not your fault, I just know a bit better.
 I have come to know that in order to live a life with principle, you gotta have some.
 I have claimed to walk through this life with diamonds in my pocket, but it was all just broken glass.
 I have given people things that I did not believe in.
 I would say one thing and do another, like an estranged, blind magician.
 I would argue with myself and think that I'm crazy.
 I would act out on my delusional arguments and they would call me stupid and insane.
 I would believe my own lies and think that they are real. No one can tell me different.
 This is the part of me that I think doesn't exist, yet people see often.
 This is the part of me that fuels me, but doesn't rule me.
 I must find a different fuel.
 I hear that by Helping Other People Everyday will help my dreams become reality and I shall be free.
 Others say that I find freedom by reading between the lines.
 Others can be right.