Yes, I am.

Some say I am weird.

Others say I am crazy.

Sometimes I dissolve,

then reappear.

Half the world is hazy.

The other half is clear.

Some say I am lazy.

Others say I am made up of fear.

To all of these,

I have an answer.

It is right here.

I am all.

Except what I what to be.

Reviews

[EJ's Horror]

I feel this poem could be extended, but weirdness is what makes us all awesome and interesting