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Schizophrenia
Too many voices…
Not enough names.
Too many places…
That are all the same.
Too many orders…
Should I refuse?
What am I doing …
Is this for real?
I am the voice,
Without a name.
I take you to the places,
You think are the same.
I give you the orders,
Why do you refuse?
What are you doing
You think this is for real?
We are the voices,
That are outside your head.
We take you to the places
That you dread.
“Run off the cliff…”
How dare you refuse.
Do as you’re told…
This is your reality…
We…never…lose…
Very well written. I love it, it's a very true representation of this subject.
this poem is really deep...you've got a real talent!