Long Confusionmorning Poems

Schizo

I woke up this morning dazed and confused,
I was in a strange room, in a strange bed.
There was a woman beside me looking quite bemused,
Saying, “Are you getting up you sleepy head?”

Two kids walked in that I’ve never seen before,
Whining, “Daddy we’re gonna be late!”
I swung around the bed planting my feet on the floor;
My stability wasn’t really great.

I expected them to scream once they saw my face,
Thinking that I must have been someone else.
They reacted as if I belonged in this place;
It actually hurt when I stopped and pinched myself.

I didn’t know which way the bathroom was,
Or where I would find my clothes;
I was surprised to find I was in pajamas,
Because I had never worn those.

Everyone else acted quite normally,
As I walked around in a haze;
Trying to figure out who I was supposed to be
For a couple of days.

Then one morning I woke up in my other bed;
In the place that I knew as home.
Completely naked, no pajamas instead;
Living in an apartment all alone.

Now when I go to sleep at nights,
I don’t know where I will awake;
Living with the schizophrenic fright
Of two lives that I cannot shake.