You're beautiful, but I don't care.
You're smart, but I don't care.
You're talented, but I don't care.
I only care about who you are,
and I love what I see.

...has nothing to do with it.

Now I've even lied to my friends
Of COURSE I'm not happy
Of COURSE I'm still schizophrenic
It's all happening....
I thought if I pretended to be happy
I might actually become happy...
Oh, how desperate and naive I was....

Sorry, could you repeat that honestly this time? My hearing aids have a filter for obvious lies.

Would you stop!?
Can't you see what you're doing to me? Are you THAT blind?
Can't you hear my silent screams of agony?
...but would you stop it, though, if you knew what you were causing?
Or, if you pushed me over the edge, would you dance on my grave, cackling madly?

I just don't know when it comes to you
You think I'm a game
My mind the board
My emotions the pieces
STOP PLAYING WITH THEM!
Perhaps you forgot
That these "pieces" are made of glass
...but again, would you change anything
If you knew what you were doing?

I believe
That in times of extreme stress, be it physical, emotional, or mental
The mind retreats
And unconsciously moves through life
Because the conscious mind is no longer capable of doing so
I am at that point on two counts.