Schizofrenia...

You are building up inside me,

poising my dreams 

haunting my every waking hour

I cannot escape you,

you whisper words 

I do not dare to hear,

Acceptance makes it real,

False appearance is easy 

when forced,

there is no escape,

no way out

I close my eyes to then

now is all that keeps me sane

the rats are coming,

one after the other

they become stronger

Truth is a vague word

it means nothing 

There is no truth,

it is all just our own

imagination creating 

what our own reality

Nothing is more convincing

then our own mind

it lets us see what is not

and hide what is

and we blindly follow

We seek what is

but find what is not

I create my own truth

a truth which is not yours

My lie is truth for you

your truth is my lie

The only way we know to speak

is with a broken tounge

All is false

YOU are no purer then the other

YOU are no better then your next

YOU are just a creation of you own

Schizofrenic mind..

Everything depends on how many rats you can handle..