What is Fear?
What is real or fake?
is this breath, mine to take?
why me, I ask is it to be
a lowly Schizophrenic,
How can I fight what is not real?
How can I defeat the very thing that powers me?
What on earth or in heaven or hell flowered this weed of terror?
I can never be sure of the existence around me
Is my friends real? my family? myself?
But why mourn when I can Scorn?
I am Me
I can battle tooth and nail
Hell or high water
Till the demons come knocking on my door
Because I am stronger than my illness
I AM MORE
With My God and my wits I will succeed
No other option,
No other choice.
I refuse to be a victim of my own insanity.
At nights my mind is filled with profanity
against itself for simply existing
Horrors and sounds that torment me
Hell on earth consumes me
And I am left with mental pain
But I Will FIGHT
If not me, then who will?
Who else could possibly fight these monstrosities?
With my horrored vision I see the disembodied
People missing arms, legs, heads and more
God knows I try so hard to stay away
I try so hard to keep it at bay
I hate all of the dismay
But I will fight
I was not born to run and hide
I was born to fight with pride
I was born to be better than anyone before me