I’m schizophrenic, so its been said, delusional, paranoid, voices in my head, this may be untrue , I’m to busy having to much to do.
Organizing my parents house from A through to Z, they don’t understand, if I was’ent put here they’d be better of dead.
They quietly stand watching, unsure what to do, I tell them to go, lock themselves safe in the room.
Innocently looking, they both back away to the room with no windows and only one door, I made this for them, its safe and secure.
With a million things to do, before my time is through, I hardly take note.
But one things for sure, there both of them safe, so safely secure. In the depths of that room its most probably to late, I’m losing the key, its to deep down in me.
Must concentrate, focus on what I’m put here to do, that’s what they say, so that’s what I’ll do.