I can feel his gaze on me.
I can't see him, but I know he's there.
He stares at me intensely,
Waiting.
I'm hearing footsteps
That are approaching
Faster and faster.
My heart is pounding,
My legs are starting to shake.
People pass me by
Asking if I'm OK,
But I can't see them, can't hear them,
I'm crouched on the sidewalk
Telling the voices in my head to shut up.
Too bad, they won't listen to me.
Feeling a blow on the shoulder,
I'm turning around,
Seeing my mother
And a huge crowd
Gathered around me,
Thinking that I'm crazy.
Ah, I forgot to take my tranquilizer again ...
A.N: This is a poem I wrote a long time ago and it was supposed to be from a schizophrenic person's pov but i feel like i failed miserably lol I might rewrite it one day.
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A World Unseen
PoetryHmmm I see you've managed to enter my subconscious mind. I welcome you with open arms, but I'm not sure whether you'll like it here. We've got: a shit ton of mental disorders, angst, passive aggressiveness, victim mentality, despair as well as a tin...
