Mad

My enemy lies within 

A person they call self

My patience becomes so thin

Like a dwarf seeing an elf

Might be geeky might be mad

To see myself becoming what I'm

Sweep my veins take down the reason I'm sad

And take my brain out of that traffic jam

I'm nothing but obscure

So take me down with a head shot

You have to kill to find the cure

And burn me down to not get what I've got

A lot of rhymes but no sense

That's exactly what you might say

But I'll look at you and say something in my defense

You got to get to the field to know how to play

The things I say, you may not understand 

But don't take it as madness 

For you have to be me to know the laws of my land

And to know the reason of my sadness

I want things to be better 

But ain't that a surreal dream?

Some die from hunger, others getting fatter

Won't that make your ears blow up with steam?

I'll finish up with a quote a men told

That man's name was Gandhi

Be the change you want to see in the world

Look at our planet, ain't that quote handy?

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

There is playful, poignant rhythm that dances through your flow and form. It both teaches of self and the world... those things we must learn to embrace or fear... We can rise above our situation if we find the courage to do so. Thanks for the bright light!

[Noehm Strawhair]

I liked the last stanza so much. You speak truth. If the world is rotten, what does that makes us? A poem totally worth reflecting over even if some parts were confusing because they were meant to be like that, I liked it!

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Thanks for the review, it's most appreciated...