Poetry (if i know you in real life, dont read)

Gravity

This gravity makes my feet weak

The gravity pulling me down from beneath

Or maybe from within

My maddness growing wider now

I laugh

For no reason

And smile with no joy

Just pure maddness at times

I'm seeing things

Eyes always watching

And someone......someone always laughing

And if I look back there's someone waiting at the door

As if I'm meant to go inside

Should I go...

I fear more maddness dweals within

But then again

Aren't we all mad