Schizophrenia

Walking down this darkened hall,
Voices all around me,
Making me rise, making me fall,
Wondering what it's like to be free.

They have my face, my personality,
They are my friends, my enemies,
Helping me deal with the reality,
Giving me poisons, giving me remedies.

Each one has there own feeling,
Their own story and opinions,
Their own ways of healing,
They are my master and my minions.

Some comfort others hurt,
Some I am happy, some sad,
Some shove me in the dirt,
Some are good for you others bad.

I often have no idea when they talk to you,
I am in my room, hiding away from these things,
I promise they won't hurt you, I don't think I can remain true,
Inside though my heart sings.

Don't fear them,
Don't run away,
Don't go out on a limb,
Don't listen to what I have to say.