I would be glad to

Be mad in all it’s


For there would

Be no order

To those things

That I see

No restrictions

To those emotions

That do try to

Override me

If I were mad

There would be no

Consequence for which

I cared

No repercussions

For the loosing of friends

No need of love

Or a heart to defend

If I were mad

How easy

It would be to be