"am i CRAZY"
what goes on inside my head?
why do i grow angry?
am i CRAZY?
yes, i feel a spurt of energy with the thought of
INSANITY!
have i reached the total limits of my being?
do these words of mine
jumble into one ugly
mess no one can understand, but the deranged?
i think i am right.
yes, you are.
what is this? i answered myself!
SCHIZOPHRENIA!
my personality has many identities.
yes, so do i.
can anyone understand that i am not normal?
i appear just as everyone else, but
as my mouth opens and my mind is splattered out onto
the platter of persecution, my differences show.
am i really different, or am i normal and everyone else
strange?
how am i to know? ask my other self.
i can't figure out exactly what i mean.
or why i mean what i say.
it all seems meaningless to me,
myself,
and my other self,
but maybe you can understand.
i feel the same as others - sometimes.
i have an opinion. so do we.
am i so strange for being US? i guess so.
if no one can accept us for who we are, then i guess we are
MENTAL!
let's all bond together and be one person,
then maybe they'll see.
as we pour our souls into the mold,
we vision new ways. a new light is here.
i feel oneness.
now i am just a
VEGETABLE!
i am numb to my environment, yet i know not why.
i only know what i see and hear.
i experience nothing.
no emotion, no thought.
my soul is eroding and my brain starves.
everything is turning black, until . . .
i'm back where i started.
what happened?
was i dreaming?
what was going on inside my head?
am i CRAZY?
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