When I'm already distressed,
I hear the voices.
"Someone's in my vents," I think to myself,
"There's cameras in my lights."
I sleep in my parents' room
because I feel someone standing over me.
I hear someone say my name.
It sounds so real and it's really scary.
Sometimes during class,
I'll hear my name,
but I know it's not real
because no one knows I exist.
I'm an outcast.
People think I'm weird because I hear voices,
and see things that aren't there.
They call me schizophrenic,
or say that I'm mentally ill.
I wish I'd never told anyone about the voices.
Sometimes when I take my meds,
I miss the voices,
and the figures,
even though they scare me,
they bring me a weird comfort,
a comfort that cannot be described,
and is not given by anything else.
Aug 30, 2025
Aug 30, 2025 at 1:28 AM UTC
When I'm already distressed,
I hear the voices.
"Someone's in my vents," I think to myself,
"There's cameras in my lights."
I sleep in my parents' room
because I feel someone standing over me.
I hear someone say my name.
It sounds so real and it's really scary.
Sometimes during class,
I'll hear my name,
but I know it's not real
because no one knows I exist.
I'm an outcast.
People think I'm weird because I hear voices,
and see things that aren't there.
They call me schizophrenic,
or say that I'm mentally ill.
I wish I'd never told anyone about the voices.
Sometimes when I take my meds,
I miss the voices,
and the figures,
even though they scare me,
they bring me a weird comfort,
a comfort that cannot be described,
and is not given by anything else.