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Schitzophreniac
written by Bloodfilledcinnabuns08:14 PM 2/14/05Down down the rabbit hole
Like dear Alice in the dark
Tumbling and Stumbling all around
This journey begins to start
But this is a different kind of wonderland
Filled with new voices; new sounds
All so evil; so critical; so hurtful
Trying to bring me down
They curse at me, hatefully
I cover my ears to drown them out
But they all just yell between my fingers
I simply wonder all about
"Alice, dear? Are you okay?"
Is that really Mother's voice?
It looks like her
But i'm not sure
Does Alice really have a choice?
"She's the queen of hearts!"
The voices hiss and seethe
Her words form to "Off with her head!"
Drowning, I cannot breathe
I'm confused yet again
With only the voices as my guide
Locked away in the queen's prison
Padded walls by my side
Strapped up in a straight-jacket
Sedated like a mindless zombie
What must i do to escape this place?
What must i do to be free?
Hoping this will all end soon
I somehow flee my penalty
Taken by the cheshire cat
I now end up on the streets
Here I meet the tweedle twins
Who lead me to a catepillar with advice
Who tells me that life upon the streets
Really is no life
The voices come back to me again
"Stupid Alice! They're out to get you!
That mad hatter doesn't want to help!
He only wants to control what you do!"
They curse and scream and won't go away!
Why won't they leave me alone?
I hate to think that maybe they're right,
Maybe they are my only hope.
"Trust me" my eyes widen
This voice I've never heard
"I want to help because I love you, Alice."
Perhaps the charm is on the third?
I quickly run to the nearest house
Screaming and banging on the door
Dear old woman who really does help
As I sink down crying on the floor
I sleep here now and she teaches me things
She doesn't send me back to the queen's prison
Where they sedate me; lock me up;
And strap me in a straight jacket
No, the dear old woman knows my disease
As they used to tell me back in jail
I'm a schitzophreniac with paranioa
But now I don't cry, whine, or wail
I have a disease but that's okay
I know I may not be perfectly sane
How I can make the voices go away
Because sometimes, it's good to be insane |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by (guest) (2-19-2005 - 07:09 PM)
| for some reason or another i keep thinking your poems are about your life......you seem sad inside. |
by Bloodfilledcinnabuns (2-22-2005 - 08:03 AM)
| OK here Justin you already no this most of them are duhh duhh |
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