As long as I am happy
it does not matter if you perceive me as mad
I gladly perform for you
just because it makes you smile
makes you spreading your laughter
filled with preconceptions
and
anxiety

my normal is punching your normal in the face
breaking knuckles and breaking teeth

if my normal makes you question the institutionalised realms of society
awake doubt in you
rising energy of anxiety in your
whole
body

then I gladly “perform”
I am the one smiling at heart and you
you are grinning at my being
justifying yourself
justifying your ignorance
justifying a society
filled with lost souls
who continues to be lost
because of those like you

If I am the mad woman
then you must be the civilised and enlighten
If that the truth you live by
I rather stay mad
mad as fuck.