Madness is...

Call me naïve,

I’ll accept it.

Call me insecure,

I’ll accept it.

Call me ignorant,

I’ll accept it.

But call me mad,

You’ll never understand.

Madness is the leaves falling off of the trees in autumn, only to be swept away by the wind without a trace.

Madness is the blue sky being covered with grey clouds, only to wreak havoc upon everything they touch.

Madness is the roads bustling with people who are not happy but simply pretend to be.

Madness is what I see daily.

But, madness is also how beauty is seen by one person—how it is judged.

There is never one single definition to madness. There never will be. You can see it all around you. It is yours to view.

Madness can be wonderful or destructive. It can bring a smile to a face that had nothing there. It can also take that smile away.

You choose to interpret it. I see madness in myself. The madness allows me to see into others. It is lovely.

Call me mad,

I’ll accept it.

But, you’ll never understand.