Madness

Mad

I’ll bark

When I go mad

And not before

I’ll climb up the walls

When I learn how

Scratching around

Down there

Is fine with me

From what I’ve heard

Not such a bad place to be.

While better is possible

It may not be probable

As acceptance is making

My bed tonight

While dances in the constellations

Relieves me from chance. 




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Written a few years ago but certainly still relevant personally.

(Peace to all those who suffer from depression/anxiety)

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