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Seeing things
but are they there?
Really, am I mad?
Mad or not, I do see things
Bugs on my skin
Bugs in my hair
Fingers digging their nails in to me, clawing at my arms
Faces, blurred faces
Ever present throughout my day
Voices taunting me
Laughing in my head with that evil laugh
And I sit
And I freak out
And I waver
And I falter
And I am in pain
And I guess I am disturbed
Is this psychosis? I think so
But I desperately want an end to this inner turmoil
And I desperately want someone to see
To see it without my having to explain

Carol anne

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