Schizophrenia

• Dayna Bastian, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2011

Screaming at my insides,
Slamming at my head,
Tears streaming down my cheeks,
Doctors say I'm better off dead,

Despicable thoughts accost,
I slap once again,
The voice only growing emphatic,
Will this ever end?

Reality becoming a theory,
Or at least in my head,
Showing no signs of becoming bleary,
I'm being torn to shreds,

Those who are watching in hysteria,
Wonder who I am,
They spread away from the area,
In which I stand,

I am a new definition of mad,
They all probably think,
What happened to the girl they once loved?