There she is the madwoman
Dancing all around in silver gowns
Never angry never sad
She's always happy
No matter what happens
She is beautiful like a rose
But poisonus like venom
The woman gets irritable with us
But she draws us in with her brightness
Now this woman leads us all
Her name is Mania
She is the queen of blissful madness
In turn it is a curse for those who enter it
As it is said
Every rose has it's thorn
Though she has more
So don't fall for her spell
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Poetry of the Disturbed
PoetryTeenage Anxiety... Teenage Depression... But what happens when its a male... What happens he can't admit it... Because of his gender... The worst thing of it all... He's diagnosed with Schizoeffective disorder... The feelings are just...
