Wednesday, September 16, 2015

A POEM BY GARY G PELOW, SCHIZOPHRENIA

I MUST YELL AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS,
SCREAMING AT THOSE WHO STALK ME IN THEIR GANGS,
THESE FUCKING TEENAGERS STALKING ME,
CALLING THEIR SUPERIORS ON ME,
MEANT TO MAKE ME COMMIT SUICIDE
OR GO INSANE FROM THEM CROWDING ME.
I AM TIRED, WEAK', DEPLETED OF ALL HOPE AND AMBITION.
I AM AFRAID LIKE I WAS IN CHILDHOOD PEOPLE BEATING ME UP,
FOLLOWING ME, GETTING READY TO ATTACK ME,
THE FEELINGS ARE THE SAME, I AM ALONE IN THIS,
NO ONE CARES, EVEN IF THEY DID THEY WOULD NOT NOR COULD THEY
HELP ME.

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