The world is a place full of mad people,
Living in the same dorm.
They point at each other,
Making them feel as small as worms.
Knowing the blood within is red,
Yet ready they are to haunt someone inside their head.
Familiar with the reality of the world,
They understand the harsh truths,
And pretend as if
Yesterday was the day they were born.
Fooling themselves and others,
Trying to become smarter,
Saying, "This one belongs to the Mad People's Dorm."
O little human, ye can't see the fleeting existence of yerself,
Yet all ye try is to use the power of words for abuse and falsehood.
In the name of god,
Growing business, making others jump away like a toad.
Oh, let's see,
How long would yer existence last,
That all yeh've been trying is to fool around,
Calling the world Mad People's Dorm round.
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The Mad People's Dorm
Poetry"Mad People's Dorm" is a heartfelt collection of poetry that takes you deep into the emotions and thoughts of someone battling anxiety, betrayal, and inner turmoil. Each poem is a window into a mind that has faced darkness and is striving to find li...
