Mania
They say,
I am my illness.
They say,
I am
A maniac.
That I am psychotically psycho.
That isn’t true.
My voices say that they are liars.
They are out to get me.
They are out to make me look bad.
But I am smarter than them.
They can’t win the game I created.
I will be great.
My voices say so.
I am faithful to my fate.
I am normal; You can’t argue with my friends.
They say,
I am obsessed,
Possessed,
On a quest to be a pest.
My mind is colorful.
I am not my illness.
I’m different.
I am a maniac.
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