Insanity

The taste of insanity is a recipe, One that has been altered. The package lists it as the same, But it is clearly unique. The sound of insanity is the man laughing, With someone that isn't really there. Laughing with the friend that has always been there, But nobody else can see. The smell of insanity is the natural perfume, That has gone past its time. At one point it was certainly nice, But now could not be passed as pleasant. The look of insanity is the genetic birthmark, That has been there since birth. It has surely been on her face since birth, But now makes the model unsuitable. The feel of insanity is the everyday joy, That nobody else will know. They hide from things that are deemed inappropriate, But you find joy in what only you can feel.