Mess

I wish I were not psychotic
not to have this brain with a thousand weird functioning circuits
with a fantasy of its own

so I would be left alone from the society
that uninvited steps in my door
that goes and decides what is best for me

I met three today
I never asked them for a coffee
I never wanted to hang out with them today
but they shouted and screamed
what I did not want to hear
that I can not care of my son.

Ridiculous Gods

In clown clothes
scared of a different member.