Madness
I hold off the tears of sadness for
the fear of madness.
I feel it pulling with all of the knowing.
I want to quit, but all I can do is spit.
I’m mad, I’m sad,
I feel that I’ve been had.
What do I do, what do I say?
While I hold my tears at bay.
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