Words of a Mad Man

We Are Mad

Do you really want to know,
What some of us go through?
I don't think you could stomach
What some of us do!

We are mad not free!
We are twisted and insane!
And honestly you just,
Add to our bane!

You sit so pretty,
On your throne of lies!
But you fail to look,
And truly realize!

Some of us hurt,
Some of us bleed,
And some of us sit,
And conform to your needs!

And yet you sit and smile
And say "everything's alright!"
But you don't even know
What's it like to have a head alight!

I am mad!
I am twisted!
I am utterly insane!
And I've done this unassisted!

And I will confess,
We don't know the best;
But honestly, I don't care,
Because you can't take the test!

You stay with your happiness,
And give us all pain;
But that smile will be gone,
When your joy is gone and slain!

You could handle
What some of us take
You couldn't fathom
What the pain does make

For through all the screams,
And all the fucking tears;
We emerge, fit and strong,
Conquerer of our fears!

And you stay the same;
With an innocent glaze,
But you couldn't stand;
To go through this "phase."

For we are strong;
And oh so weak,
And we try to survive,
And get through the bleak,

For we are brave;
But oh so afraid,
Afraid of our lives,
That hurt has made.

Do you really want to know,
What some of us go through?
You couldn't stomach,
What some of us do!

We are mad, we are dark,
We are under confines
After all,  the pain has left a mark,
In the form of oh so straight lines.