I Always Knew that I was Mad

Lisa Thomas
I always knew that I was mad
Antics regarded by kin as a phase
Yet things unseen remain quite bad

Looking in the mirror I see my dad
Wondering why I incited the blaze
I always knew that I was mad

Shrink swears that I like being a cad
I have no retort as the ceiling I gaze
Yet things unseen remain unseen

Enjoying the attention since I was a lad
Could be boredom or love of the craze
I always knew that I was mad

Being labeled with sickness is such a fad
I remain numb as for me my family prays
Yet things unseen remain quite bad

Really all miss the mark, just a tad
Summoning perfection as time delays
I always knew that I was mad
Yet things unseen remain quite bad


Published by Lisa Thomas

Freelance writer, photographer, and artist. I have residence in Uganda, East Africa and U.S.A.  View profile

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