In the labyrinth of my mind, shadows dance and whisper,
Echoes of voices unseen, they pull me closer, deeper.
A world within a world, where reality is a blur,
Schizophrenia’s grip, a silent, haunting stir.

Faces in the mirror, they morph and change their guise,
Familiar yet foreign, reflections of hidden lies.
I reach out to touch, to grasp a fleeting sense,
But the truth remains elusive, a shadow on the fence.

In the stillness of the night, the whispers grow intense,
Conversations with the void, a fragmented pretense.
The line between the real and the imagined fades away,
In this endless twilight, where sanity cannot stay.

Yet in the chaos, a fragile hope persists,
A yearning for clarity, in the fog that twists.
Through the turmoil and the pain, a light begins to show,
A journey towards healing, in the mind’s ebb and flow.