We all say that we are all human, So how can it be then, may I ask? That most of us say, that we're sane in this world of madness. When we have felt the love and hate we all know of. The same emotions that will, have and always will, Drive us all mad. Both and more that make us all regret our actions. Now to moments of madness, With no emotion tied to the actions or words that come out. Speaking when the words are out of place. Coming in to contact with people unknown. This is our madness. Who we are. Try to deny as you will, Insanity is apart of us all, human and animals. And maybe we who know, we're insane, Are the most sane of all, but how can that be true? When we are all mad. Then is it true, that it is possible? That everyone, even a newborn life. Can be insane? For we all live in a maddening world. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Been a while since I posted in here isn't it? Anyways I started writing this in my creative writing class, at first it was just the first five lines and last four lines, but I looked back at it today and felt like it should be longer, so I added more. The main idea for this (If it isn't clear enough) is how on so many different levels, we are insane, and how maybe not even newborns are fully sane (I put newborn life because I wasn't just talking about humans). I think lines 8 to 13 are the weakest part of this poem but I left it in for the hell of it. But the next five lines are better, but that's just my opinion.
I really liked this poem, it was the real thing and not some of that fake stuff you see out there. There is only one way to be sure you are real, when you look back and feel accomplished about the art you've just made. Summarizing, I liked it. Keep up the good work, I would love to see more ^_^
