i would rather be mad!

And so it seems that mad I am,
And to know my state how very glad I am,
Because what would be the worst of all,
than to believe my thoughts are the normal ones,

Yes everything would make much less sense,
If I didn't know why I feel what I felt,
If I didn't know to whisper for help,
Because of the odd DNA I was dealt,

I took a look at what this normality means,
And I recorded it on a tin of beans,
I saw the cracks in society,
No this normality was not me,

Yes I resign to remain how I am,
The alternative.. Unfamiliar and ever so bland,

It was at a tender age that I exploded in to madness,
There were fleas in my gravy they were building a campus,
And while insanity can be awfully trying,
I am not alive through a lack of dying,
I have tried all the persons one human can be,
Yet the flesh of the norm never suited me,

And so while i ponder weak and weary,
Like my favourite poet on a midnight dreary,
I forgive myself the flaws of my mind,
And I leave the self scrutiny far behind,
I conclude I cant change this; I was born how I am,
I have tried and I became very sad,
I would rather be glad,
Yes id sooner be mad.

A life full of therapy and a body of pills,
The thought is diabolical gives me sickness; the chills,
My stomach churns at the thought of the change,
Men in white coats securing my chains,
While they shoot electricity straight through my brain,
NO!
I would rather be crazed,
Prefer to stay strange,
And left to live out my predictably unpredictable days.