Crazy One

Why do I have to talk to these strangers, when I’m not the crazy one. Talk to them it will help you, they say. You talk to them it will help you, I say. My problem is with you, not with them. Thinking about these meetings, only angers me. This talking only pisses me off, each and every time. There’s too many years passed by, I’m ready to move on. Maybe we should call it quits, and let it be done. This talking to strangers, is a way to blame me. There’s a need to evaluate, who’s the crazy one.