Feeling Mad

A poem

(Photo by Judeus Samson on Unsplash)

Mad hatter emotions

control my mind

clouding my judgement

But yes, I’m fine.

Powder my face with

more makeup than I need

laugh at my own jokes

as I dye my hair green.

Deranged and demented

I search for the rabbit hole.

Find a girl from within,

sit her down at my table.

She keeps attempting to leave.

We haven’t had tea yet,

You can’t go!

Unreasonable and illogical

my smile widens

revealing my teeth.

I look nonsensical to you-

an insane man

but you look marvelous to me.

Why do you seem so rushed?

Don’t you know we have to eat?

Come, have a seat with us

come sit right next to me.