The elephant in the room is me.
My madness sprawled over this seat,
and generations to follow;
like a bad smell it will linger
in hearts and memories.
My epitaph "mad as a box of frogs".
No one picks this path,
arms tattooed with hieroglyphic scars and
a liver rotting with overdoses,
spilling madness like tears,
traumatizing loved ones with my DNA,
This madness grew from a thump,a slap and a punch,
it grew from malignant touch and threats,
and it was never chosen,
but the elephant in the room is still me.