Psychosis

This is not my first poem. But I always say that it is because it is the first poem that anybody recognized as amazing. I had previously shared a poem in Middle School but nobody had liked it. So I chose to forget the poem, and refused to write it down. But when my English Class in High School wanted a poem, I made this. Everybody loved it. I think I had memorized, even then.

-But looking back at this poem. I should have changed the format, so that the rhyme was the end of each line. I should separate some lines so that their rhymes occur at the end. But I won't change it because this is the format I originally made it with.

Let them be sensible and sane,

Always aware of the pain they bear,

But they would feign not to care.

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I’d rather be insanity,

Cast away humanity,

Forget about lucidity,

trade it for ambiguity.

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To have madness fill my soul,

To be demented and forgetful, to happily live in felicity, to create a paradisal universe

Of psychotic absurdity

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To be expelled from existence,

And create my own.

I am the king of reality,

All must bow to my throne,

Or suffer the horrors of the kingdom of men.

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I’d rather be confused, and if

I’d be amused, the maniacal hysteria would be my friend.

Than to be reasonable,

Denying things unfeasible.

Live in tortuous pain, torn and twain

By the miserable claws of earthly reign.

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I’d rather dream of things unknown, reach for the stars and aim for the moon,

Than live in fright of what might not be alright.

If I could be delirious of the sins of men

I’d rather be a delusion of a senseless dream.