I worship the sun, I think that all monsters are masks, I rebel and want to comply, This is my madness. I cry for the lost father of a lovely child, I feel the impotence of the unbreachable gap between us, I stop caring. I get on with my day. This is my madness. I think, I am too impatient, too willing, too young and too old, not enough and yet somewhat overbearing. I try to resist my contradiction so you won't judge me, I make a mistake and wish I hadn't disappointed you, I take the blame for everything as if I were chief executive. This is my madness. Wanting keys to locks that don't exist on doors that always open.
I laugh at my codependence, My narcissism, Delirium, At yours, and see... that we are tiny, that we are children, that we are silly. Another Hamlet, Make him a she, and the gender issue, the trans issue, the language issue, psychology, and politics, and community... This is our madness, It's not just me.