How does it feel to be "normal"
to be the only one?
Is it true, are they there
Are millions of voices talking to me?
Is my head a cacophony of colours
Can anyone hear me, see what I see?
How long will it take to
Hush, hush, I say
It's never quiet in my head
Voices whisper, talk through another
Colourful whirlwinds sprout out my brain
Will it be noticed?
Am I an idiot, am I nuts, a fruitcake perhaps?
Can anyone hear me, will someone listen to me?
Freak, dramatic, loser, futureless.
At night I hear them more
See those colours no rainbow shows
How I wish a few minutes for me
To silence what can't be explained
Hush, hush, won't work
The voice of the master whispers
Again the grip of Madness holds me
I keep my breath and wait
Death is the solution.
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