huddled up in the far corner of my room
waiting for my doom
he said it'd come soon
the man with no eyes
no one else sees him
they say its my whim
I yell, cut, scream
hoping to wake from this bad dream
but no
this is real
nothing's surreal
they crowd around me
and laugh, poke and jeer
until many a tear
fall from my eyes
I am afraid of being without someone
for I know
when they go
they take his or her place
I am afraid of the dark
I am...*schizophrenic