Schizophrenia, split personality, it seems we're all about putting
on our faces for the world.
No meds prescribed, we hear and listen and obey
to these strange masters in our head.
Living our authentic self, not the norm, but some ill-fitting suit with a tie,
or more apropo, 'noose'. Damned if we do, dangling if we don't.
There's no time to live for 'the others'.
Your voices, yes "your voices" in your head ... guilting you,
telling you, steering you, directing you to be
something other than
what
you were born to be.
We're bifurcated. Split in two, carrying on the life
we lead, and wanting the life we don't.
Peace comes in rare glimpses, of what could be
if we could only be
our authentic self.
If we could only grasp the beauty, and fleeting nature
of our short-lived life,
maybe then
we would find peace.
And quiet the voices,
that split us in two,
before
time
the real theif, steals away
the thoughts, and memories and
opportunities we'd have
if we didn't listen
to the voices that,
unfortunately for most,
split us in two.
m.