Red Is the Colour

Red is the colour, Of my bipolar pen, That scrambles to write, With a shakey hand. The words just appear, From a phantom land, Why are you yelling? My scitsophranic friend. I am right here, I could never be far, But you scream in my ear, Like we're miles apart. Red is the colour, Of my flowing blood, It's the same as my sisters, And my brothers of one, Why are you still yelling? Are you not yet done?. Red is the colour of my bipolar pen, That scrambles to write, With a shakey hand. The words are those, Those of some other man, Just as I be mine, And just as he be me, I cannot hide or even pretend, That I'm not my, Scitsophranic friend..