You may know all my weaknesses
And even help create more than half of them
You may know what makes me cry
And know all the things I hate
You may not like to hold my hand
In the lonely cold winter night
You may crush my weak soul with big biting words
And wound my spirit with stings of hate
I may succumb and fall as you crush my mind
But even as I lie on the floor confused I will still whisper
I am not mad, I am just a woman
You may write my name on social media
And tell all your twitter followers
That she’s not just a woman, but she’s mad
But I once read somewhere
The greatest people were called mad
So in all my weakness I will still look up and whisper
No, I am not mad, I am just a woman
I will show you something you never knew
I was simply born to be a woman
The woman in me is all the strength I will ever need
The beauty in me shines like a diamond
You threw me in a can of worms
But you didn’t know that I will fly out as the butterfly
And become Jean
If only you had chosen to understand me
Then you’d have realised one thing
That I am not mad, but I am just a woman
