Labeled Mad or Insanely Driven.

3 min readOct 30, 2023

Poem | Confessions | Free-Verse

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I may have my delusions…
My world may certainly be made up of illusions.

“But, is it fair of me to ask… for you to not jump to conclusions?”

As I make each decision
Putting all of my faith into my intuition —

In knowing of difference;
Separating myself from being labeled mad entirely, or

insanely driven.

Attempting to make some sense of my past . For instance, how nothing truly lasts…

This. Being presumptuous at best. Quite frankly, reason, and massive significance of all efforts being put to rest.

To make some sense of what I’ve seen! Gut wrenching, sweat induced, trauma invoked, dreams!
If I cast my mind back to all of those times I had been provoked —


“I am Reminded of

Wishing for Rope…

To Hang Myself with Hope.”

Cut scene: Obscene.

Lions, Tigers, and Bears!




My ideas on the complexities of our mind’s with an appreciation for the “darker” realities— Whilst insisting Hope remains, unwavering, in all of us!.