Schizophrenic Poem by Edward Jarl

I make my way through these hollow walls, plunging for a glimpse of light I keep seeking. Darkness blots shapes and colours, incontiguous smiles and voices echoing.
'Make me happy, make me happy' they need their fare while watching me with a continuous stare. Wings I had, which now have broken and something persuading me, my mind has awoken.
I move and dance yet I'm motionless making sure I keep sane. I murdered my daughter and stood not bothered. Yet she haunts me in my dream saying 'goodnight, I love you father.'
I'm a firefighter, I fight these fires. Flames shape silhouettes that give me a struggle.
I'm an astronaut, I float through space. This cosmos and these planets I explore, ambient colours I adore. I chuckle and beam, this is euphoria I think no more of my mind's altering dysphoria.
I'm a model, I have carbon copy paparazzi's chasing me down my corridors. My body is elegant and authentic. These eyes of mine, you become infatuated—my face, impeccably photogenic.
Me, a dreaming schizophrenic.