My Random Rants- Mad

Mad. Mad? Something so many people… let’s say, have misconstrued. Am I mad? Or is nearly the rest of the world mad? Just because one does not think like the rest of the world, one is obliterated from the mind of the others? Or maybe it’s the world ignorance, perhaps? I’m not mad. I’m just stuck with the knowledge. The knowledge to which not all could handle, and I’m not willing to burden the world with. For who would even believe in someone “mad” anyways? Have you ever wondered what ever drove us to be so ludicrous? We used to be happy, you know? We had good moments but Its like, knowing the real thing that no one sees and knowing no matter how hard you try to explain it, you’re mocked. It’s like how people see the light in the dark. We see the flame. The ember. The brilliant yellow, orange, and red, it shines brightly, we feel the warmth, but the terrible feeling that no one will ever see it, but you. That no one will understand, but you. To the point you feel so completely alone, it drives you to so called “mad.” Or maybe it’s knowing. The knowing, the true importance of how something must be done or finding someone. The endless search for a answer that will never be found. Or the endless search of why.