Schizophrenia - Poem by Scarlett Charlotte
Your mind is fed by crazes sweet,
Thoughts and love and what you eat
You have a mind but I have two
So am I not one up on you?
My other voice can't do me wrong,
Though he has not been here too long.
He comes and goes, and shares his thoughts,
A counsellor or that of sorts,
But he prescribes not pills and drinks
But activities to which he thinks
Will cheer my weary head from pain
And clear it of this senseless rain.
The smoke of fires burning bright,
That I have lit into the night
Burns away what yesterday,
Would tear my head or make me stay
Sometimes he thinks up little games,
Like chasing girls to learn their names,
But they can't seem to see the fun,
So into darkness they do run.
Other days, when I want sleep,
Into my head he tries to creep.
And when I try to send him out
He bites and rips, and screams and shouts
So sometimes I just play along
Though it seems that it is wrong
For without him here inside my head
I fear that I would soon be dead,
He cares for me, and I need him
To love me when the lights go dim
To talk to me into the night
When rotten things come out to fight
When shadows snicker on the wall
And ghostly things parade the hall
So can you see that I am blessed?
And not the norm, not like the rest.
So please form now, just stay away.
And I within my mind will play.
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