Schizophrenia

There is a voice that I hear;

A voice that sounds so very near.

Whispering out its little words,

Even those that sound absurd.

This little voice confuses me.

Even makes a full of me.

Dancing around in my head,

Telling me what must be said.

He whispers things for me to say;

Always leading me a stray;

Messing me up, through out the day.

This little voice that I hear,

When will you disappear?

"Leave, be gone, away" I say!

But you rejoice "Never".

So stay you must,

And stay you will.

Clearly you see that I'm not thrilled.

With this voice I must live.

But it's said,

This voice has friends.