Schizophrenia
A child with a soft voice
She speaks of a better place
A place she used to live
Her small petite fame and round eyes
A man with a gruff voice
His beard overgrown
His eyes that have known
Much pain and sorrow
He sings quietly and says no more
They watch over me
Sit with me
Sometimes they take different forms
Killian
I named them all
All the same
Their red eyes watching
Connected to a shadow of limbs and torsos
They catch my eye
Run around behind me
I see you there in front of me
Killian
You are real
They just don't believe me
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