Me, a schizo

They say,

I'll remain the same,

for the rest of my life..

It has turned to be

resistant, no cure..

I'll remain the same,

they're so sure,

and so am I,

for I don't mind

as for me, things

have always been

so obscure..

I see what others cannot,

I hear what goes unheard,

I talk with my

own imagination,

and now I even

write till dawn,

though I've to run again in

the morning to avoid being

called a moron..

In fact, I suffer

from schizophrenia,

a shy love..

And I don't mind

being one..

I see n' feel colors

which others

cannot!