SchizophrenicThey say I'm mad.Schizophrenic10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They think they really know.
But they don't know – no one does,
No one screams and twists in the bubbles of my blood,
No one dreams and dies in the theatre of my mind,
No one stings and aches inside for scars on the outside
Like I do.
For I am alone in my suffering,
Others can watch and offer their sympathies,
Say kind words and rub my back
But it never lasts,
At home the other world waits for me
The default mindset of goblin laughs and knives,
Of blood red tears mixed together
Like the paint palette of my life.
They say I'm crazy.
But who can really tell?
Who can say what I am
When what I am is locked away.
I feel bound, tortured, caged
In sterilised white walls and daily drugs;
I feel depressed, helpless, aged
I've lost the youth I used to own.
Now darkness is my home.
I wear perfect cut swan white cotton
Over a conscience forever dirty
Forever full of lies and torment
Forever woven in rose thorns and witches.
Because I will never be a princess,
I will never fly –