MADNESS Ø

• Rumesha Kashif, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2014

The voices argue, scream and scratch.
My mind is weak, my heart frail.
The monsters in my dreams, now inhabit my head.
They tell me what to do, what to see.
I know not what is real, what is dead.
All I know is the monster, staring at me.
Pale face, cold eyes, purple lips, smiling, taunting.
She has my name, has my face.
She is not I, but I know her well.
I throw the mirror, watch her shatter.
I howl, screams of joy.
I stop.
Their back, she’s back.
The voices argue, scream and scratch.
I sit back, I listen.
I laugh.