schiz·o·phre·ni·a

I'm sick of this fight. 

It's late in the night, 

Monsters in sight 

I tremble in fright

To the voices' delight. 

They close in on me 

I long to be free

A break from this misery

My life is a tradgedy 

From outside, it looks like comedy

All the silly things that scare me.

Maybe I'm right

I'm not crazy! I might

Just be gifted with sight. 

You can't see the frights

That lurk in the night. 

My heart longs to ignite

With insanity's delights,

But now I'll sit tight

And wait for the light.