Schizophrenia
Bump in the night,
a forgiven fright,
but so easily mistaken,
for ones so often taken.
Things unseen,
Things unheard,
Things that most certainly unnerve,
Scream my name
then disapate.
I give up.
I give in,
and in the end
Please?
Make the voices
Be nothing but the wind.
Shaking lives,
Taking names,
I, myself,
May not change,
But my fears forever doubt me.
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