You Look Mad When You Tell of the Mad

Trying to express horrifically unsavoury and odious acts of heinousness, such unspeakable repugnant opprobrium packed with horrendousness is a test stacked with specific unfavourable hopeless stress, seen a crying fuzz of the weakened redundant mental mess. You will find, when telling of the mad, you're unkind, and seemingly bad. People will treat you insanely s*it, but insanity is you when you tell of it, in short: if the stories are mad and the people in them are mad but nobody knows they are mad when telling others you look mad *because sometimes the simple words better the poetry with regards to simple minded herds, that's what life is showing me