Schizophrenia

January 15, 2015

The sound pushes out of my head

they're all talking again.

Their words...were they real?

The talking gets louder like,

metal banging on metal.

voices morphing

paranoia starting

I shake my head, try to get them out

Part my lips, begin to shout.

Fights starting...

were those words an illusion?

morphed by delusion

I don't want to be sane

I enjoy the freedom in insanity

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