Another little poetic attempt, in my usual style. I know next to nothing about the conventions of poetry--I just try to make it rhyme, and have at least some sense of rhythm. :-D

Schizophrenia

Round and round the world spins

On it alone am I

One lost and lonely, crazy soul

Wondering when I shall fly.

I know I’m not like others

Nor will I ever be

Their lives are filled with many things

That I will never see

People say I’m different

They say that I’m insane

I cannot tell them all that lives,

That speaks within my brain

There is so much I cannot see

So much I’ll never find

But in return I have a gift

So many worlds in my mind

My life is filled with voices

Voices only I can hear

And even in their silence

I know that they are near

I see and hear so many things

That no one else can know

A whispering of gentle words

The beauty of an aura’s glow

Mine is a life of joy and fear

A balance of extremes

A place where everything is real

And nothing’s as it seems

Terror, comfort, fantasy

Sounds of horror and delight

Songs and birds and whisperings

That haunt me day and night

Some soothe me and some threaten

Some drive me into tears

Some live to make me happy

Some feed upon my fears

For good or ill I am this way

As will I always be

And though it’s hard, I would not change

It makes myself be...me.