A schizophrenic talks to his councillor |
A self evaluation relationship, A ‘guiding hand’ throughout my trip. Lovely, darling spectacled girl, Red lips, slight arms and skins of pearl. I see you. Confident with care. Yet beneath my interpretation, and disenchanted sexualisation. I see a timid guise, hidden, yet remaining deep behind those eyes. Im crazy, lullaby daisy. The white room bulges all spacey. And I laugh and smile deflecting your questions. I need to carry forth a mental insurrection. I have a strange and dangerous Egotism. Passing time learning your mind’s tick tock rhythm. I will deconstruct your psyche, Disconnected; judgements somewhat harsh and spiky. “Mr. Black, I recommend exercising twice daily, lots of natural sleep and a balanced diet”. "Firstly, thank you for not rhyming, Stale convention never bares wordsworth signing. I can’t out run, eat or ‘sleep off’ myself, Perfect chemical sequences aren’t ‘off the shelf’!" Your response, a calm and practised inquistion: “Mr. Black, is this going as well as you’d hoped?” This is a game. For greater net self esteem, She must feel as if she’s revealed things never before seen. “Yes, Miss... sorry what was your name?” “Mr. Black, you fumbled, what a crying shame. For I am you, the caring and responsible - the real you. Wake up, get help, and breach the taboo”. |