SEE WHAT YOU DON'T

You call me Skitzo-friend, I call you un-believer.

I see the rabbits fly; I tell you I see the rabbits high.

“No honey,” you say, “There are no rabbits there, just your mind playing again.”

But I see what I see, I know what I see, I feel what I see.

Because you cannot see it, I am mad. You label me you label you label me mad I bubble label bubble why do you label me.

Why must I conform confirm. I don’t want to be like you, I don’t want to talk like laugh like bend like be like, I don’t want to be like you. Why must I conform confirm.

There go the rats with giant fangs, great red eyes and bleeding fangs. Get the rats away from me, they suck me dry, they tear at my flesh. You don’t see it, but they come to me at night when all is quiet. Screechingly sweetly they come at me. You were not there, they came at me.

“And what do these rats do to you when they come?”

They laugh and play and then they play hard and when their teeth start to grow out, they eat at me, they eat at me, they eat at me…no…no…no…no…make it stop…

“There are no rats here, you can sit back in the chair. Come out from under that table, you are safe now, sit down, sit down.”

The pills again, again with the pills, red white blue and silver. I don’t like the pills. They dry out my mouth, they make me shake, the pills give me the twitch, they make me sick. Why the pills, enough with the pills.

The pills make me see what you see, hear what you hear, feel what you feel, laugh alike like alike like you laugh. The pills, you say, make me “normal.” But what is normal, and who decides what is normal and what isn’t? Just because I see what you don’t, you “little-brained-un-believer,” doesn’t give you cause to drawn me in misery with red white blue and silver, redwhitebluesilver.

You say that you are drowning out my misery, and yet I tell you this, you are flooding me with even more unnecessary m-i-s-e-r-y.

I do not want to be like you, I don’t want to be you. Why are you forcing my mouth open…no…no…no…no…choke…choke…gulp…gulp…gulp. Oh now I see you smile at me, you pat me like I am your dog; good dog, you say, good dog. The medicine will make you feel better.

Conform confirm I must confirm.

Why conform confirm affirm re-calm, who says I am calm, who says I was not calm.

Einstein, Emerson, Socrates, Jesus; you know I know we know…This thing they call “madness” you know, I know, it is not madness when we feel what they don’t feel.

I am the believer; you are the un-believer. I am the seer, you are the blind one. It is you that should be taking the pills, it is you that should be strung up to the metal rods, it is your brain I should be poking.

Let my brain alone. Let my being alone. You annoy me when you prod me like that. Let me be. Why don’t you let me be. I hurt no one, I harm no one. Let me to my ghosts, my rats that suck the blood, my rabbits that fly the skies, let me alone with my voices numerous as they are.

I like that they talk to me, I like that they sing to me. Let me with my world that is square and you can keep your world that is round. I am happy, I harm no one. Enough with your prodding, let me be.

I can draw in 3 dimension. I can sing in 4 dimension. I can figure atomics and make god and gold in cleverest ways wide and small. I can bend the waves, accost the vibrations, fold the wind and hear the birds. All of these things and many more, I and only I can do.

You have seen my paintings, you have heard my music, you have felt my power, you have watched my greatness, and every day you enjoy my creations. Enough with the prodding; let me be.

You call me Skitzo-friend; I call you un-believer.

Switch roles with me. Come into my world. Join my being. Come see what I see and I bet you much that you will never, after, despise me, my works, my dreams, my people.

You call me Skitzo-friend; I call you un-believer.