Crazy

They tell me to be quiet
they want me to stop fidgeting in my seat
hoping my hair will be combed today
and my temper tame
they raise they hands
and cry my name

They hope I shorten my showers
and wear skirts that are far to tight
they want me to stop leaving empty icecream cans in the fridge
and when I take a step out of the home,
god forbid I am out of his sight!

They spend money on tutors and famous musicians,
praying their talent will seep into me,
while I glance at the number scrawled on the page and declare my answer as
a hundred fifty?..........
then wistfully add a three?

They scold my stupidity,
and overlook the good
as I draw the teapot and drapes before me,
like God carved man,
and even then as I explain Picasso,
it is still too difficult for them to love or understand

I scribble the anger,
let the ink seep deep,
as this momentum is mine to keep

I still am unruly,
the equivalence to a wild boar
But where is the point in being normal?
What is it for?

Dressed primly and proper,
I look so fine
but on the inside a fire and the devils notions churning inside
I am free as a bird, and the world is mine!

Now all remains
is finding the right someone
who can share the adventure with me
And togther we shall have romantic dinner at the "Mad Tea Party",
bite into the same cup,
until we swallow the sweet porcelain down
and slowly drown into the beauty of madness, spiraling down, down , down........................

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1. Libbie says:

   down, down, down...........