Perfection Vs. Insanity, An Original Poem

Madness, as it were.

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What had lacked, what had stifled, what had amazed those who’d found it akin to comfort

Madness, mayhem, havoc, craze.

We all put on a face of normality

As we hide behind the wall of daze

Creating an illusion of sanity

Maybe we’re all more alike than not, after all —

Neither of us it courageous enough to come out of hiding.

I’ve always despised predictability,

It’s bland,

Predictable at most,

And here am I,

Naked with madness.

I always cleaned the living room, that’s all anyone ever sees.

If you’d have opened the closet

You’d understand everything

But you’ve lost your ability of curiosity long ago — your own closet remains barricaded behind yellow caution tape as if you’d committed a crime.