Of Schizophrenia

I’m as still as David, and as naked too
Barren and stripped is my mind
For I know your peer at my thoughts
And you think that I am extraordinary

I have to order my thoughts
So no one will know
That I am fragmented, broken
Unworthy and un-whole

To stand before God and claim my place
In this universe of forgotten grace
I cannot take part of me into the night
When the other part of me continues to fight

Please let me crawl into the dark
And hide from the voices that mock
And the people that are here, but are not
I’d rather be alone and forgotten

Words strung together in a sentence
Sound like machine gun fire
And make just as much sense
As do bullets that hit the flesh

I know you don’t like me
I can hear your thoughts
They ring true in my ears
I recognize the anxious stares

But I have no choice but to walk
In the same world as you
I will smile like the Mona Lisa
And frown like her too.