How am I to know
What’s wrong with my own mind
The moodiest madmen can’t go
And understand my kind
Just exist is all I do
My maladies stay unnamed
And as the wildest creatures too
My thoughts remain untamed
I write nonsense words and crazy scrawlings
Only I can decode
But through all the madness and sudden bawling
My mind will never unload
Categories:
moodiest, anxiety, crazy, depression, emotions,
Form: Quatrain