A Schizophrenic – Please Don’t Label me

My world is limited

Filled with wired sounds

I see Rocky Marciano

Fighting with Woody Allen

Long time ago

Aliens abducted me

They fixed wires in to my brain

Then sucked out my brain substance

I cannot control my thoughts

Because thoughts control me

Some kind of energy is inside me

Giving continuous commands

I hate to go to the Bush House London

Where the BBC transmits my thoughts

People often express amusement  

When they read my thoughts

A man with a black jacket

Is an agent from the KGB

He is spying and tries to track me down

May be he wants to take me to Moscow

I was in Lubianka

Questioned by Lorenthy Beria

I was released by the NKVD

Then planted in Pennsylvania

When JFK was murdered

I knew the secret plot

No one took it seriously

Not even my psychiatrist

They called me a Schizophrenic

Branded me for the rest of my life

They said I could be a danger

Kept a watchful eye on me

Whatever I wore

I felt an invisible label behind my back

Probably it said

That I am a Schizophrenic 

Dr Ruwan M Jayatunge