Not Mad

I cry

Yet I laugh



I let out a moan

Yet I suppress it



I scream at the top of my lungs

Yet I gag my mouth



I scowl

Yet I smile



I prostate

Yet I stand up



I wriggle and writhe

Yet I sit up



I jump ecstatically

Yet I come down and stand still



I walk

Yet I run



I sprint

Yet I walk like a snail



I clutch and smell flowers from a heavenly garden

Yet I throw them loathingly to a sordid river



I swim

Yet I sink



I play with my peers

Yet I cast a stone at them



I pray

Yet I curse



I light a fire

Yet I bask in the dark



I drink till I get stoned

Yet I sober up



I make love

Yet I abstain from sex



I love

Yet I war



I live

Yet I desire death



Everybody thinks I'm a madwoman

Yet I’m not mad