i was schizophrenic

for my psychotherapist

i was her only fiend

and her bosom friend

as a child of innocence

i never complain

and i never cry

i thought it was

just a term of endearment

i have longed from mama

when she was away

as the breadwinner

i almost knelt weeping today

when i have found

the real definitions of these words

i once am proud to be

because my mama is never here

to fire the therapist

and to junk her in hell

i was all in solitude

when i have been in reality

i was till the same

shizophrenic kid they mock

and their jeers are now fears

for my imaginary existence...

Sad,I wrote it because I knew just how lonely it is to be a schizophrenic effects for a child when she grew up upon her knowledge of that terminology.

I was rather amazed with this split personality that seemed to be a monster for the child.

Never would I everforgive the psychotherapist if she told me the same thing. And it would be a part of my memory for ever and ever and ever. I would rather be burned tha to be a schizophrenic that is a universe apart from any ordinary children.