Lunacy

If writing poetry was your thing,
And you wrote a poem for me,
I imagine it'd go something like this:
"Who is the world to define what's insane?
Why is it normal for society to deem you crazy
Enough times for your naive soul to believe it?
I'm here to let you know that your theoretical madness
Is what makes this world so beautiful.
And I welcome the world to disagree,
For, after all, isn't the denial of compliments
The most natural of phenomena?"