Schizophrenia I Hate You Poem by Daya Nandan

Voices of shadows speak to me through the night,
Wherever i go, be it in darkness or light,
They are on my ceilings, on my house walls,
Shadows that talk through my homely walls,

Broadcasting my thoughts, putting ideas in my head,
They whisper secrets of people who want me dead,
I don't trust them for something seems wrong,
Shadows don't talk, here they don't belong

Shades of light from the moon's gentle glow,
Bring about demons beneath the ground to show,
it seems no one else can see them, am i the only one?
Blood lusting demons, i am getting ready to run,

I feel i am constantly being watched by demons around,
Disguising as people i know, silently without a sound,
As whispers invade my open and weakened mind
I begin to realize that my perception of reality is twisted and blind

I see faceless men walking around the city streets,
Monsters and demons are listening to the way my heart beats,
I suppose i should see a doctor for i cannot think straight,
I cannot seem to converse normally, what will be my fate?