Quite Mad

They say I'm not crazy
Though, it's just a facade.
A mask that hides the truth
Both night and day.
They claim I'm not insane
But really they know nothing.
They tell me I'm perfectly normal,
Now isn't that something.
I can't hide the truth from myself
And its inevitable causes.
They better accept that I'm right
And count their losses.
Images flash in my brain,
That one should not see,
Too terrifying to even cry out
A simple little "help me".
They say I'm not crazy
But what do they know.
The pretty face they see
Is really just a show.