Schizophrenia

She must be infected,
she must be, indeed.

She has the virus,
spreading with speed.

She hears those voices,
mocking her fear.
The doctor says, "It's Schizophrenia, my dear".
She doesn't know how to react,
she doesn't know what to say.

Her thoughts are all jumbled,
and so unclear, day after day.
A ray of sadness pierces her mind,
she's watching kids at the playground on the Marie-go-round.

She looks down almost in tears,
and she wishes " I wish I wasn't here..."