Ever knew a Psycho?

They said I was wierd. But why can't they understand I'm just being myself? They avoid me like a plague, but I just wanted to make friends! They think I was not alright in the head, but I am perfectly normal. I sit alone, yet they call me retarded. Then tried to fall in love, only to be used. Discarded and played dumb.  I tried spending money, then they come and take more. All I ever wanted was to be noticed yet all they see are weirdness, money and a dumb guy. Sometimes even call me retarded and psycho behind my back.  It goes me thinking, should I just follow through their minds? And so, I laugh at their cries. I laugh at their shrieks. I love the way they beg. I love how they smell. The smoothness of their skin. The way their teeth fall. So let's stare at the grandeur of my arts!