Squizophrenic

Written by: Carlos Mongrut

I look and I see
the faces of me
the words in my mind
are not just of mine

I think I know why
but then I forget
Was I going right?
or maybe to the left?

To myself I reply
while I watch my back
you are my enemy
with my face, the one!

Forgive me my friend
it wasn't me the one who that said
perhaps I am alone
in a World full of dirt!

But why do I see?
the color of the butterflies
while the sun is shining
and aliens are around me?

Squizophrenic they call me
when they are the ones who are crazy!
or it's me who at the end
is going completely insane?