Some days I feel my crazy slipping.
My mind, the fragile beastie it is, plays tricks on me.
Trying to convince me to give in. Just relax into, give in to my madness that lurks beneath the surface. Like sinking into a warm bath.
That is when I am forced to grab a stick and beat the madness away like it was a zombie trying to feed on my flesh.
I wear a mask of sanity.
It is a thin veil but it is just enough to hide what is underneath.
Sometimes I wish to tear it off and give life to the one who is hidden. But then I smooth out the mask and continue on.
But if you were to get close enough, dare to truly look, to peel back the corners, you would see the madness beneath.