Simon

Madness is what the eyes see
but we do not.
In the brain before it wakes
Seeking searching for a home of its own.
Just one mistake can make
the eyes break to reveal
every lie you have told
but fear not
That's what madness uses to live and stride for
It lives in the
Weak and the Wounded.

by Amanda Uriegas
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