How can you measure my experience on your scale,
when my ruler is so much longer than yours,
and then tell me I am wrong,
when you have not seen what I have seen?
How can you tell me I don’t fit in,
When it is you who lacks the knowledge of the truth?
I may verge on the border between madness and genius,
with the rush of my brain when the answers are so clear.
How can you be bored when the world is so wonderful?
When so much needs to be explored,
how can there be nothing to do?
I would rather fly with the angels and know LOVE,
than sit and discuss washing machines.
I will die and you will declare me mad,
because I don’t fit in your box
and you don’t understand.
Let me feel the rush of Genius
and the elation of truth.
May you do the same one day
and be as happy as me.
Thank you for my madness,
That I can feel alive sometimes.
Thank you for letting me have a place on this planet.
Thinking about different perceptions and life styles and why I don’t fit in with some others after watching a film about dementia. I am bi polar and I have very high highs, I have had some visions which make perfect sense but which can’t be true… or are they.