The Man Behind My Eyes

The Man Behind My Eyes

A Poem by Katie Lynn
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Dedicated to my friend, William Bailey.

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I hear him now, he speaks to me,

He tells me what to do,

I like his voice, he is my friend,

So I talk to him too.

 

I do not know whether or not,

He is the voice of right,

I simply know he is the one,

I do not want to fight.

 

I know he is inside my head,

That he can't truly see,

But I don't care, he is my friend,

The one controlling me.

 

I think he sees what I can see,

And feel what I can feel,

Sometimes I try to block him out,

I do not think he's real.

 

But still he rules my mind, my soul,

He always will remain,

I've come to terms with my sad truth,

I am, no doubt, insane.

© 2016 Katie Lynn


Author's Note

Katie Lynn
This is dedicated to my friend William. He suffers from the psychological disorder schizophrenia. This is the result of trying to put myself in his shoes.

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Katie, I like very much your theme selections and your courage in addressing them. What I would like to see is for you to divorce yourself from putting too much thought in writing and replace it with feeling. This is not a discouraging comment, only one saying that your work is a little too mechanical in a rhyming pattern that sometimes seems forced. Relax, permit words to flow in the same form as you speak without thinking of each phrase in advance. Try it, please. But again, I like this thought and hope that one day in the future you will take it on again with a new insight to your work.

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Thank you very much for your review. I understand how the rhymes come out somewhat forced on occasio.. read more



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Katie, I like very much your theme selections and your courage in addressing them. What I would like to see is for you to divorce yourself from putting too much thought in writing and replace it with feeling. This is not a discouraging comment, only one saying that your work is a little too mechanical in a rhyming pattern that sometimes seems forced. Relax, permit words to flow in the same form as you speak without thinking of each phrase in advance. Try it, please. But again, I like this thought and hope that one day in the future you will take it on again with a new insight to your work.

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Katie Lynn

12 Years Ago

Thank you very much for your review. I understand how the rhymes come out somewhat forced on occasio.. read more
A simple retelling of a very complex and painful situation. In the final stanza, did you mean to write, "I am, NO doubt..."?
For an amazing insight into the life of a schizophrenic, see, "A Beautiful Mind", starring Russell Crowe.
William is fortunate to have friends such as you.

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Katie Lynn

12 Years Ago

I did mean no, not not. Thank you! I've heard about the movie but have yet to watch it. And William .. read more
It is a case of the conscience the reason we invented right and wrong good and bad it is each side of the brain arguing with the one another one is logical the other emotional some say it is the conscience

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