A Little Psychotic Episode Poem by Lyrael Myrna

Don’t tell me again
I don’t want to talk right now
It’s pain enough to hear you
Scream that it’s my fault
That your fights and hatred
Are fuelled by my existence
That it’s just because my room’s
Not clean enough

Maybe my life isn’t as
Organized as you would like
But it’s hard to establish what
Is more important these days
In your mind anyway
Life should not be planned
Into two straight lines
It sure does help

But does it make anyone truly happy?

I haven’t seen the proof
These days I wonder
What is more important?
Family? Or the need to be perfect
To be surrounded by
Impossibly perfect people
In a land where anyone can do anything

Where the impossible is made possible
Maybe it’s split into two dimensions
Into practicality and love
Neither needing the other
It’s a rough sketch of my dreams
Of a Land where
People have the right to make mistakes
And are not constantly condemned

I wish you would wake up
Make up for all those years
Of fighting and affliction
Maybe one day you will turn to me
And say: “I never hated you
I never meant to say those things to you”


I fight back the tears
I realize that that is just
What I want in my head
It’s all in my head

Delusions of a life
Where I was alone
Just a Child
My past is so obscure
Its trying sometimes
And as I said
These days it’s hard to establish
What’s false and what’s real.