Touch of Madness
I\'m not saying I\'m brilliant, but I know I\'ve had more than a few good ideas
And they say genius and madness walk hand in hand
The more I bleed my heart and soul onto these pages
The more of the real me I start to understand
Like I realize my fathers death when I was only four
Traumatized me beyond conceivable hurt
And the fact that I\'ve lived longer than him
Has only seemed to amplify it and make it worse
I\'ve noticed I like to put on a show
Demand attention like a clown
Tell jokes and make people laugh
But in reality I\'m just covering up that I\'m breaking down
I like playing games and comic books
So I can pretend I\'m the hero I want to be
I put my self down, make my self The butt of the joke
So I feel like they are laughing with me and not at me
I put every ounce of my heart into everything I do
And it just ends up on my sleeve
I naively keep sharing my thoughts
Like any one even cares what I think
I\'m afraid I\'m doing more damage to my son
Because he can see the wreck I am
I wish I was the example
To show him how to be a man
I\'m only writing this now because I have no one to talk to
And I\'m trying to clear my head
But it seems the madness crept in
And I\'m reflecting on my failure instead
LukeCoomer ©