Schizo
Schizo, Schizo, oh, no
A life I lead that pains me so
A tiny voice inside my head that just won't go
Only I can hear; people think it is a show
But it is not a show, no, not one bit
The voice I hear is female; sadistic & full of wit
She is entertained by my shrieks for silence - damn, what a *****
This voice I hear, her name is Nemesis
The Grecian goddess of revenge, what did I do to deserve this?
"Nothing," she once told me - oh, how cynical
She is nothing but a menace
And a criminal
Schizophrenia is not a joke
It's like you're on Meth, or maybe even Coke
Paranoia is driving you to the end of the road
It's really not something you can revoke
Schizophrenia is one scary disease
You see & hear things
That others cannot hear or see
Please, God, tell me why, I am on my knees,
Tell me why you made me such a paranoid freak?
This constant fear of living long
Haunts me everyday at dawn
This voice, she treats me like her little pawn
Nemesis is truly the Devil's spawn
Copyright © Caryn Gerometta | Year Posted 2014
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