Cat Got My Brain: One Hundred Mad Poems

From the ultra-demented to the almost imperceptibly disturbed, we all suffer; we are all victims of birth, all victims of fearful not far off insanity. Many people however, throughout their entire lives manage to hide their insanity well enough; but there is no getting away from it. With our mind working in high or low degrees of mental, this is who we are, this is how we exist, and living in the unnatural way we do, is it any wonder we are all going or already mad?

An awkward aspect of acknowledged mental illness, is remembering you have a mental illness, and when in the throes, knowing that there are potentially positive ‘things’ you really need to do about it; but you are unable to do the ‘things’ you know you need to do, to do something about it. Either because you are too mental right now, or do not care enough about yourself or anything else, or you have forgotten what the mysterious ‘things’ are - if you ever really knew or had any grasp on these ‘things’ in the first place.