Schizophrenia

Strangers wait for me
omly when I do not want them
they call to me when all others
are silent

I find them there
in my safest hiding place
waiting to assail me

There is no escape
I am forever pursued
by those I do not want to meet

They follow me
because I cannot leave them
I speak to them sometimes
but not visibly

I find them there waiting
when I go where
no-one can reach me

They wait for me
and reveal a part
of myself
I did not know before

I fear them
because they truly know me
and I cannot
begin to understand them

they come to me
and I'm left alone
with them
to think

I am left alone
to think
and they are my
only company

They do not physically
and so,
I fear them