You shake my hand,I'll cut your finger

somebody please tell me why is she looking at me? is she a doctor or am I lunatic? i am not ready to confide what my brain is doing to some one who takes away the beautiful feeling of madness from people... no Who said i am normal.. i am obsessed with madness,a lunatic,an idiot but i at least "think" , be it wrong or right. I always think about music,painting,sports and games about auto-motives,air crafts and of course about writing like a lunatic.

I am free. I will not be conformed to your manipulation. No matter how high you climb up the ladder i will break the rungs on you. If you try to shake my hand,I will cut your finger. If you mess with my brain,I will burn you alive. For all that it matters,why are you trying to fix my brain? why don't you worry about yourself instead?
That night..when the apartment caught fire, instead of saving two little children I could have stood outside and laughed as they burned to death. And who are you calling mad?And when that Army officer wanted o-ve blood, i could have easily smoked pot and made my blood not suitable for transfusion..but even when every little voice within my head was screaming, forcing me to do drugs..i refrained,I had to save a life.Madness depends on the way you look at it. And i feel I am more normal than normal people.

There are merging peaks,there are malicious whispers and there is your mystique eyes. Your hypnotic voice is still ringing in my ears. But your face remains unseen and your voice is unheard and in the end i don't even know you. But you are my mate my teacher, my mentor. I cant see you but can hear you. Sometimes i cant hear you but i can see you. That doctor.. i hate her, She wants to take it all away.