They say schizophrenia is
out of their jurisdiction.
That what you have cannot be
completely fixed.
But I look at you
pleasant and handsome
"What is there to fix anyway?"

I remind you to swallow
the little white bullets they give you
To remain calm and reasonable.
But "What reason?" you ask.
"I am reasonable! Ask your mother!"
and I remind you she's gone.
You sheepishly smile.

You go back to a reality
that only belongs to you.