Scrambling between reality and fiction
All that happens without a diction
Trying to describe
we draw to transcribe
We see what you can't
And that makes us pant
From one rehab to another
Our diagnosis read hallucination
They say people have big dreams
I wish our big dreams
Was not much screams
I come from a small village
One so so strange
A village where you live in fear
In your head voices you hear
The real world sees us as rare
I live with schizophrenia

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