I’m sure you’ve noticed.

Noticed that I am bonkers.

Completely off my rockers.

You could say that, well, I’m mad.

 

Let’s take a trip through my mind.

You’ve seen how I tell myself stories

Of the battles and glories

Between the ferocious forks and knightly knives.

 

Just yesterday I found a knife in the sink brutally covered in ketchup,

Defeated by the cold-blooded prong of a fork,

Right after the battle with the pork.

All done in the concealment of soap bubbles.

 

I often pretend that my skittles

Have turned into airplanes and are in desperate need to land.

I offer them my tongue so they can stand.

But alas, it’s a trap!

 

Once they believe to be safe and sound

They are dreadfully crushed and swallowed,

My mouth becoming once more hollowed.

I’ve won yet again.

 

But enough of my awesome battles and trickery!

You may wonder why,

Because I see in the corner of my eye

The smile that I rarely see.

 

I do these things not only for me,

But for him, her, them, you.

Those who no longer have a clue

How to see themselves enjoy the life they were meant to live.

 

You see, my friend,

There’s a method to my madness.

For those with a certain sadness

To see that everything is awesome.

 

This is why I’m crazy.

So the people drinking out of the depression cup

Can’t help but curve their lips up

And show me that smile they’ve hidden for so long.