From the Eye of An Insane Person

I am with a few noteworthy illustrations Having a tendency to accept the thought of goodness. For some insane reason, I appear to need commitment. What is the purpose for my existence, for example? Is there a reason to underline the likeness for need? Have I got a calling, A vocation maybe Or to be blunt a sympathy for others? But I am strong and will-powered With signs of morality in me Signs of integrity Yet…..even if not. The fire still burns in my eyes What does that mean? What is it about insane people? Do they know what they do? Is not the mind that dictates logic And manipulates the thoughts…. I sometimes think I am mad But what is madness truly? I wish I can comprehend I hope sincerely to cope with it.