Fangs That Will Never Leave A Mark

A poem about dealing with schizophrenia, hearing voices, and seeing things that aren't real.

Monsters in the mirror

Are not what they appear

They’re based on all your fears

But can hurt no one that’s dear

 

I find that sometimes my eyes lie

There are guidelines they don’t abide by

Showing me images that make my soul cry

Sometimes I wonder why I’m still alive

 

I don’t want to see any more

I hate the blood and gore

The countless dreamed up demons at my door

Tricking my eyes making my mind their w***e

 

When I see my friends and family murdered and raped inside my head

When I can’t shut my eyes at night as I sit in bed

While I see everyone I ever loved dead

Their bodies pumped full of lead

 

Looking for distractions

Looking for peace

Looking for some contraption that could take away what I see

 

But no

They are not real

They are only unwanted thoughts and  feels

A bullet that lacks the strength to kill

A bitter pill of fear that can cause no real hurt

An arrow that has failed to pierce my heart

 

I’m no longer afraid of the mirror, my mind, my ears, or my eyes

My peers are in no bind, my fears are simply lies

So it should be no surprise that I’d get over it

 

As I let my hallucinations fly through the sky like a plastic bag into the setting sun

Or drift out to sea and drown in my self-confidence

And my tears dry over time and I’m ready to write and rhyme about figures in the dark

Whose bark were worse than their bite

Because they are dull fangs that will never leave a mark

Author's Note

I wrote this about my schizophrenia and everything else that used to scare me in the past, but no longer does. I used to hear voices and sounds talking to me, murmuring, even in the middle of the night. I also used to see things that weren't there. Scary at first, still annoying now, but I think I finally have the hang of it. I'm finally ready to write about this sort of thing.




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Reviews

[Jackie]

You express yourself very well and most certainly have a way with words.. Your vocabulary and way with words is tremendously impressive

[C_theSurrealist]

You expressed the specific condition of mentality through a creative way. You defined it very much. It's impressive! Keep writing!

[wordman]

your mind has creative powers

[Zoya]

The last stanza just held my breath. Yeah, it was rather spooky...How scary it would've been to go through a phase such as this. The comparisons that you've made in the sixth stanza, the comparison of your thoughts to useless things... that was superbly written. Overall I enjoyed reading it. Very well done!

[KT-B]

How frightening, the mind is so incredibly powerful and create very real manifestations of what we fear most- I'm trying to use the power of the mind to manifest good things because I know only to well about the bad things :( - good work I admire your honesty :)

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

I agree, the mind is quite dangerous and powerful, since we rely on it for everything, the slightest change can cause problems.