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Ballad Of The Exorcist

Amy: What am I supposed to do? It's the first day of sixth grade and I'm incredibly nervous. I'm already part of yearbook staff so that means I'll be taking lots of pictures. There are a lot of people who know me from elementary school and a lot of people who might like me or not like me or think I'm weird. I'm not that weird. Amy! You are fine! ! ! Don't worry about what anything or anyone tells you! But it'll be fine it'll be fine...it'll be fine.

Meanwhile

Vanessa: Hey, you know that girl Amy? You ever notice how weird she acts. Well I heard she's got demons or something. I heard that they tell her to do crazy things.. Someone oughta exorcise her.

Afternoon:

Amy: I'm doing pretty well. Some people are staring at me and kinda laughing but I think it's just because I chose to wear a band t-shirt. I've actually got a lot of hope for this year. It'll be great. You know last year, a lot of people would tell me that I was posessed because of my friends, but there's nothing wrong with me being the only one able to see them. I think that just makes it better.
Amy: Oh no
I'm five minutes late to class I'm gonna get in so much trouble, idiot.
Vanessa: Something wrong Amy?
I'm just...late to...class…, arent you...nervous…?
Why do i feel so anxious
Shut up!
Stop it stop yelling at me stop calling me stupid!
Vanessa: Amy no one's yelling at you-
oh awww i shouldve known they were right. You're one of those crazy people, those schitz!
Hey do you see me! Do you see me!
Amy: Vanessa quit it! What the- stop it! Stop hitting me!
Hey! Vanessa took her book out and started hitting me in the face with it. Why are you doing this to me Vanessa what did i ever do to you. And even though she's hitting me everyone is staring and they're all just watching me and doing nothing! Vanessa, you dare try to fix me?
As if it's your job to do that.
As if my life isn't hard enough?
As if I don't have to walk around school with half the people there not even actually in front of me.
As if I don't have to go to sleep at night with voices telling me to kill myself.
Yes, I know there's something wrong with me.
But it is not your place to fix that.
I am not some demon for you to exorcise or a monster for you to kill.
I am your equal.


This is a script style poem about how people with psychotic illnesses, similar to schizophrenia or psychotic depression, are deemed as demonic

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