Madness

I wrote it on a whim when I was really tired of being misunderstood by someone who matter a lot to me.

Madness, what is it, my dear brother asked me
I thought to myself, the various names of madness

An innocent beauty of abstraction,
It is the thing many people are afraid of,
The name to describe whatever they don't know
(That's why "Madness is all around.")

Also madness is precious as a shiny crown,
The false award to those trying so hard
Labeling themselves as too different;
(They all blame madness proudly
But no, madness is not that witty.)

No sweet talk, like a storm, madness just growls
Madness, also a mirror, unfiltered, untamed,
No lies to deny and no ways to escape
You'll see yourself there, just take a long, hard look
The you that lies within you, it's madness after all.