Can I play with madness? Can I jump right off that ledge? I've teetered there so long now, Still barely perched upon the edge. I can see the void below me The way it swirls and spins It wouldn't take a slight breeze, For I've almost tumbled in. Lost touch with the real world, At least that's what they say All these "doctors" gawking at me As I lose another day. And try as though they might They just cannot climb inside inside a world that has no entry Inside my troubled mind. I'm losing my grip My fragile hold on Why can't they see? bouncing around somewhere Between my dreams and reality Like a cryptic puzzle that can't be done over turned upon the floor It's gone , I have departed I am of this realm no more! So I'll ask just one last time, I need approval still, I guess So if I ask you just right, Will you let me play with madness?
Reason for writing:
Is it a girl in a padded white room, or the Doctor who can't accept different ways of thinking, feeling and seeing? Which one is playing with madness?
Birth sign: Scorpio
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