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A Schizophrenic (Free verse) by amanda_dcosta

He shakes his head, Rolls on his bed, Speaks gibberish With eyes deep red. He fights and kicks, He shouts and spits, And makes his family Lose their wits. With hair unkept, Mood, not his best He lives his life A real test. He's labelled 'mad' Inside he's sad, No one knows him Nor understands. Alas, we call ourselves human And yet what do we see We're totally numb to those desperate Whose lives we do not feel. He's crying out, oh! don't you know He's longing to be near To anyone who'll love him And want to call him 'dear'. So heed his call and do not tarry Although with him there's cause for worry. Or only when we're in his shoes We'll understand the schizo news.

amanda_dcosta 24-Jan-06/7:44 PM
Lol. ha ha ha. My previous statement was put as a tease, though not entirely wrong. I live in the hospital campus, at the side of the hospital. My husband is a psychiatrist, and I am surrounded by about 15 others who work next door. We live in the resident doctors' hostel, this place known as 'the Institute of psychiatry and Human Behaviour' and not called a Mental Hospital. See.... I don't know anyone personally, but am trying to know them indirectly.




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