Schizophrenia straight from hell,
A madman’s curse,
I may be little bit crazy,
But the people who are classed as “sane” are a darn sight worse,

The media and the clueless,
Tell tall tales of witchery,
Convincing common folk that my kind are monsters,
Making up horror stories filled with fear and mystery,

With no care to think for themselves,
They turned against what they refused to understand,
And it was common practice to hurt, hunt and kill,
The big, bad, evil crazy man,

So, lock me up like a rabid dog,
You know you want too,
And if you torture me enough,
I might even bark for you,

Grab your pitchforks,
And hunt me down for sport,
Hang me for a crime that has no meaning,
And shout offensive profanities, as I beg for my life in the town centre court,

March me to the gallows,
And let the whole town watch me swing,
Have a jester dance and tell jokes,
And get the local minstrel’s to sing,

Burn me at the stake,
They’ll be able to smell the madness for miles,
Or just simply chuck me off a cliff,
Cos the fact I didn’t fly back up will bring smiles,

Lock me up forever in an asylum,
Whilst you do inhumane experiments on me,
Call me evil, twisted and wicked,
And all cos you can’t see what I see,

Or run electric through my brain,
And lock me in a darkened room,
Give me deadly injections and lobotomies,
Cos I’m sure you’ll find a cure for “The Problem” soon,

Pump me full of untested medication,
The kind you won’t even give to the rats,
Cos remember you discovered a cure for the wind changing,
Well done you…. Seriously mate… congrats,

Parade me through the town,
In shackles and chains,
And chuck rotten vegetables at me,
Cos I am half a human with a demented animal brain,

Make films about us,
But make us all look like murderous psychotics,
Or use us as scape goats,
So your government can supply the people with their narcotics,

Or you can pretend that you actually give a fuck,
But then judge us more than you have ever done,
Whack us on benefits yet call us a burden,
Acceptance level…… still at none,

To be honest, it doesn’t really matter what you do,
Cos you have already made up your minds about me,
And the irony is that although I have demons in my head,
You are the only devils that I see…….

Date written: Unknown (Summer of 2023)