Schizo.

Even if it is true,
Please don't tell me this room I'm living is a cell.
It's just a place for the rabbits and squirrels.
I never think of this world as hell.
I've just lost my fiddle.

Please give me some more food
'Cos all you've given are stolen by my grand children.
I don't know why my head is so huge.
Feeling hungry for food may be my biggest burden.

Why are you laughing ?
I'm just seeing the fairies you've never seen.
Anyway,
No one can console my catastrophic crying.
I've been the person I shouldn't have been.

Just hallucinations filled my dream park.
Who spelled and arrested me in this place to be all alone?
There is no more scare for the dark.
I'm just the biggest enemy of my own.

It's time to feed the rabbits and squirrels.
My beloved,
Where are you hiding now?
I solemnly promise you that I'll never quarrel.
Come with me and ...
Let's feed the animals before dawn.
(bs)

(This poem is just about a patient I met at the mental hospital in 2004. I'm just walking in her shoes.)