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Schizophrenia, Not Insanity

My ceiling…

Dark shadows crawl across it in the depth of night

Blinking lights flicker, unendingly

Yet my sister says she doesn’t see them

 

My bedroom…

Daunting figures creep at all four corners

Objects tilt and move as though cursed with the gift of life

Yet my sister says she doesn’t see them

 

My bathroom…

Loud babies cry through my tormenting showers

Every object screams its excitement to attack me

Yet my sister says she doesn’t hear them

 

Insane, freak, demon, witch

While lost in the jungle that’s my mind

I’m marked like a plague, stigmatized and made fun of

Not even my sister defends me

 

I’m losing pieces

Each time I’m called delusional

I question my very existence

Am I real?

 

I’m losing more pieces

Every time I look in the mirror

Demons of shattered glass stare back at me

Am I insane?

 

Day by day I lose myself

I am not insane

I know I’m not insane…

I just need

Help