Squizophrenic

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?