Schizophrenia

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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