National Poetry Writing Month: Day Nineteen, "The Whole World Has Gone Mad"

It appears the whole world has gone quite insane,
With everybody else living lives dull and plain,
I decided to dedicate my life and began to train,
To stop all the mad men until only the stable remain.

But they don’t want me to succeed,
For they believe it is me who has receded,
My best friend proceeded to try appeasing,
As I argued his sickness needed releasing.

Amid our discussion there grew much strife,
And it seemed within him the madness was rife,
To rid him of his sickness I grabbed a knife,
So to save his very mind I took away his life.

And in the gory aftermath of it all,
The local authorities were surprisingly appalled,
To the men in white coats they gave a quiet call,
And now I’m stuck in a room with bloody padded walls.