People parked outside my house
They must be after me
I wish that they would go away
They scare me lots you see
Inside my head I hear a voice
I wonder if I'm mad
Anguished and tormented
This illness makes me sad
I'm not insane, just I am ill
Inside my given mind
No person really understands
Its like that they are blind
I pray to God every day
For him to make me well,
Please dear lord heed my prayer
Take me from this hell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Psychiatric disorder is always very distressing, but there are many treatments and sources of help these days - well expressed.