The Madman

I am sick! So very sick!

All of the medicine I cannot pick!

I sleep all day, awake at night.

I try so hard with all my might,

To stay at home and wait it out,

Hold back the screams and blood curdling shouts.

I cannot let my neighbors near,

For I am mad and they will fear.

What I can do is like no other,

I lost my mother, killed my brother.

Sometimes I even fear myself,

I need someone, I need their help!

Or maybe I am better off on my own,

Away from humanity in the great unknown,

Where no one will find me and if they do,

They'll wish that they were as mad as me too.