SChizophrenic Psycho

@wildsoul420

♬ original sound - Bunnie Xo □

SCHIZOPHRENIC PSYCHO

Whispers echo in the hollow air,
A fractured mind with none to spare.
Voices rise, a haunting choir,
Feeding the flame of a phantom fire.

Shadows stretch where none should fall,
A broken reality, splintered and small.
Laughter cracks like shattered glass,
Truth and delusion intertwine, amass.

Eyes dart quick, to corners unseen,
Searching for ghosts where silence has been.
The world turns strange, a kaleidoscope view,
What’s real to them may never be true.

The cage is locked, but the key’s in the mind,
Lost in a labyrinth, no exit to find.
A psycho, they label, a stigma to bear,
But it’s a battle, a torment, a cross to wear.

Behind the chaos, a soul still fights,
To navigate days and weather long nights.
Not a monster, but human, bruised and torn,
Living in storms where fear is born.

So judge not the gaze that seems far away,
Or the trembling hands that betray disarray.
For the schizophrenic is not what you see,
They’re a mirror of fragility, just like you and me.