If you only knew

If you only knew what goes on everyday in the madhouse, no doubt you would wonder if I am sane.

Everyday, everyday and everyday. All our lives and all the time. How can you possibly know? Even if I told you - it would sound too unbelievable. For surely you then ask, "It can't be that bad right?"

And I've told before and have met skepticism. Maybe it's because I do not look screwed up. But let me tell you, even on days when I am away from the madhouse, I wake up thinking I am still there.

Dynamics gone so awry that you would not know where to start. You can only be sad and hope that change may come. But some things never change. Try living in the madhouse day in and day out. You would come out asking, "Ya Allah, how did this all begin?"

Everyday, everyday and everyday. And I will step in just as I always do, ready to take the brunt of the madness. When all I want to do is crawl into a hole and hide.

If I had one miracle and only one, I know what I would ask for. Oh if you only knew what sort of humans we have become.

And yet after all the tears have dried, I have only pity and I cannot bear to inflict the same madness on you.