Convince me.

[Matthew McKeown]

Convince me
Convince me that I am not mad
This padded cell is the home of artistry
And this straitjacket the uniform of creativity.
Using the blood of the wicked as my paint
The bones of the crooked my brushes,
we will paint a mural of the duplex,
the duplex that is my mind. 
For the shapeless and unhuman entities next door
tell me I am sane.

Very nice but I would suggest a little more defined madness. Hamlet style, your character  breaking the third wall. Bringing the reader in to their genius/ madness.

Something like this:

Convince me that I am not mad
For what accusation is made of me,

And if it is said, 
For having made the madness of a padded cell as a home of artistry,
And a straitjacket for the uniform of creativity.

Then how much more will this madness of mine be,
When I use the blood of the wicked as my paint
And the very bones of the crooked my brushes,

Yes / No maybe? 

Again thanks for the read,

Matt