I always knew that I was mad
Antics regarded by kin as a phase
Yet things unseen remain quite bad
Looking in the mirror I see my dad
Wondering why I incited the blaze
I always knew that I was mad
Shrink swears that I like being a cad
I have no retort as the ceiling I gaze
Yet things unseen remain unseen
Enjoying the attention since I was a lad
Could be boredom or love of the craze
I always knew that I was mad
Being labeled with sickness is such a fad
I remain numb as for me my family prays
Yet things unseen remain quite bad
Really all miss the mark, just a tad
Summoning perfection as time delays
I always knew that I was mad
Yet things unseen remain quite bad