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Going mad have I gone mad? Just for a while this time I've seen the light for now, I'm just dandy, I'm wonderful, I'm fine! Until next season I'll get on by, just doing my thang However, eventually, presently, with sudden propensity I'll find myself mad again.
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Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 5:36 PM UTC
Madness
If I were a person stronger than myself My insecurities would disappear Would you hear worried absurd thoughts If murmured into your ear? You would be horrified to learn The madness running my brain If I was less crazy my head would be too It's a shame that instead I am insane.
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Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 8:19 AM UTC
We're All Mad Here
we will crossroads, 20 year old path again and say Let's all go bonkers, Again ©harpreetk1002
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Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 11:38 PM UTC
I wish
Perfection, a word most people seek for A state people look for their whole life This little noun drives them crazy, daily 10 letters, one word makes million people go mad The house, their lives, their makeup, their work need to be perfect No mistake can show, everything needs to look smooth & flawless Flawless, has the the word flaw in it Let me tell you something A little girl asked me once if she looked perfect. She had black leggings and a pink tutu on, on top she wore a pink robe with a sparkling tiara. In one hand she held a wand and in the other an ice cream. Her mouth was stained with chocolate, twirling to the music. She loved herself, all these imperfections, flaws made her perfect. And all I could say to her was "Yes", with a big grin on my face. She looked satisfied with the answer and went on with her perfect dancing and eating her favourite ice cream. No one could take away the things she loved, so why do we strive for perfection, when we actually have everything that makes us flawless.
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Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 12:49 PM UTC
Perfection
Today I don't want to think. So I'm going to drink. I'm fed up of life. I'm going to drink. I'm going to drink, drink drink Until I'm comatose And hopefully then To death I'll be close. Yes, I shall drink And I don't care what people think This epitomises the worst attitude I can have; I'm on the brink Of dying by the drink. And I don't give a **** If I have the worst attitude.... I DON'T WANT TO THINK! OK!? IS THAT SO BAD? Dear, alcohol, CAN'T I AT LEAST HAVE THAT!? Who the **** rhymes drink with think? This is so debilitating; I need a drink. I've lost it. I've lost the plot, if I ever had one. Almost certainly lost the plot of this poem But who cares? I can't. I want to hide, see no-one and die. I need to hide, see no-one and die. So I'm just going to drink.
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Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 2:53 PM UTC
The worst attitude at its best