Dont call me crazy

this is more of a random thought than a poem.Lets call it a prose,maybe.Enjoy

I am not crazy.
I am simply a deck of cards that needs to be shuffled every other heartbreak or so.
I’m a broken down car that people too easily give up on and abandon on the side of the freeway,
One exit away from home.
I’m the last person you’re with before you’re with the last person you’ll ever love.
I’m a forsaken love letter,
Lost in an ocean of ‘acceptable social conventions.’
I’m the girl you passed up on because the girl that broke your heart still has it in his back pocket.
Don’t you dare call me crazy,
When you have no idea what I’ve been through.
Don’t you dare call me crazy,
When the very ground you walk on was paved with my compliments and validations.
Don’t you dare call me crazy