Schizophrenia: Reality against Illusions
“Of course I’ll eat tonight, why won’t I? It’s YOUR turn to cook”, Mark replied.
“But didn’t I prepare this morning?”, I was confused so whispered softly.
“You’re getting old, aren’t you? Remember your aching back for why you denied?”
I stared and thought, “Oh Yeah, it still hurts”. But why do I feel he was talking all falsely?
Never mind, I’ll cook this time. 24 is not an age for being wearied, so tried.
“Can’t you help me a little?”, I shouted after an hour in the kitchen.
“Sorry, I’ll have to leave again this time. Want to see her all surprised”
“Why don’t you ever bring her here? You always waste YOUR half of roasted chicken!”
Mark took the keys to the car and promised to serve tomorrow some chicken fried.
I agreed, for how could I even stop him? I smiled till I could see him through the door.
I do love my brother but can’t explain why suddenly I panicked and cried.
He left the house for a few hours, but why it ached like I won’t see him anymore.
The next moment I remember, I was shaking to death finding a place to hide.
Can’t fathom how I searched for something holding a knife in my hand.
Nothing did I lose or everything at once? It is dark but I gotta rush inside.
She was lying with her eyes popping out. I couldn’t stop stabbing one of her glands.
This was among my rare moments of reality, for only illusions did my brain provide.
I hid her back and closed the door, for it is time that the doctor arrives.
I fear that I’ll lose this control of reality and he’ll take me to the electric ride.
Or I’ll stab in his chest before he treats me like I stabbed my brother’s girl in the eyes.
“How are you son?”, as calmly as he could ask, but I was shaking inside.
“Take your tablets before the officers come and enquire”, such harshly he sighed.
He saw my face lost in the thoughts while handling me a report kept aside.
It read I collapsed on my back in the trauma of my brother’s suicide.
I cried and explained he just went to that bitch, for whom his love divides.
But he handed me the keys, whispering that she had cheated and my Mark really died.
“Of course I’ll eat tonight, why won’t I? It’s YOUR turn to cook”, Mark replied.
“But didn’t I prepare this morning?”, I was confused so whispered softly.
“You’re getting old, aren’t you? Remember your aching back for why you denied?”
I stared and thought, “Oh Yeah, it still hurts”. But why do I feel he was talking all falsely?
Never mind, I’ll cook this time. 24 is not an age for being wearied, so tried.
“Can’t you help me a little?”, I shouted after an hour in the kitchen.
“Sorry, I’ll have to leave again this time. Want to see her all surprised”
“Why don’t you ever bring her here? You always waste YOUR half of roasted chicken!”
Mark took the keys to the car and promised to serve tomorrow some chicken fried.
I agreed, for how could I even stop him? I smiled till I could see him through the door.
I do love my brother but can’t explain why suddenly I panicked and cried.
He left the house for a few hours, but why it ached like I won’t see him anymore.
The next moment I remember, I was shaking to death finding a place to hide.
Can’t fathom how I searched for something holding a knife in my hand.
Nothing did I lose or everything at once? It is dark but I gotta rush inside.
She was lying with her eyes popping out. I couldn’t stop stabbing one of her glands.
This was among my rare moments of reality, for only illusions did my brain provide.
I hid her back and closed the door, for it is time that the doctor arrives.
I fear that I’ll lose this control of reality and he’ll take me to the electric ride.
Or I’ll stab in his chest before he treats me like I stabbed my brother’s girl in the eyes.
“How are you son?”, as calmly as he could ask, but I was shaking inside.
“Take your tablets before the officers come and enquire”, such harshly he sighed.
He saw my face lost in the thoughts while handling me a report kept aside.
It read I collapsed on my back in the trauma of my brother’s suicide.
I cried and explained he just went to that bitch, for whom his love divides.
But he handed me the keys, whispering that she had cheated and my Mark really died.
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