This is another poem inspired short story about my schizophrenia and how it’s not so bad


The sound pushes out of my headthey’re all talking again.

Their words…were they real?

The talking gets louder like,

metal banging on metal.

voices morphing

paranoia starting

I shake my head, try to get them out

Part my lips, begin to shout.

Fights starting…

were those words an illusion?

morphed by delusion

And yet… part of me doesn’t want to be sane

I enjoy the freedom in insanity

I’ll never know loneliness as long as I listen to my head

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