Can’t I be Mad Out Loud?

Why must my madness only be palatable in eloquence?

Can’t I be mad out loud?

Why can’t I wear my madness in my attire?

Can’t I just not shower? Not sleep on time? Not eat right? Walk straight? Nor exercise?

Can’t I just be unabashedly insane for a day and still be considered well?

“I’m doing well” “I’m doing pretty good” “I’m ok actually” “I’m fine” . Banal.

Can’t I get one day to feel my skin get warm…hot? from the inside.

To see the sun! To actually see her you know? …

It’s been too long…I’m beginning to forget why I can’t just be mad OUT LOUD

I’m growing weary of keeping the madness to myself

I’m yearning to spill out over the edges

Dance naked in the sun…can’t I?

Published by Faith

I am human patiently accepting myself. I am unapologetic about being wild, and untamed. I am always open to new things and I only accept good vibe and positive energies. I love people and life and the world is my playground. I love children, animals and elderly people. I write to express and understand my thoughts, feeling and behaviors. It's self therapy and a visualization tool. I am a selfish loner at times a very sensitive INTJ. I am an aspiring psychological disorders and consumer behavior researcher and practitioner, living with Bipolar 1.

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