I swear
There’s nothing wrong
With me.
I swear
I am alright
I swear
I don’t need
Therapy.
Swear I haven’t
Lost my sight.
I swear
The voices are
My own,
And my will
To shun is strong.
I swear
That I’d be
Left alone,
If I listened
To their songs.
I swear
My grasp
On reality
Is flawlessly
In tact.
So why
Is it
That in my dreams
My thoughts
Can hold me back?
Why is it
That when
I blink
My dreams begin
To speak?
And why is it
That in my
Brink
The voices
Start to leak?
I swear,
I swear,
It isn’t true.
I haven’t
Lost my head.
I swear,
I swear,
I never knew,
I way,
I can’t be dead.
I swear,
I swear,
I’m in control.
I never
Let them even sigh.
I swear,
I sear,
Trust me, I know,
That why I
Almost never cry.
Try to send me to therapy all you want, Mother.
I shan't abandon my post until my final breath has been drawn.