Pareidolia

The word doctors use when you’ve gone mad

Seeing faces where they don’t belong 

And hearing voices when you shouldn't 

Like when I hear my name

Called out to me when I lie awake

In bed

A voice that I know is long gone

But lingers with surprising 

Sameness to someone I once knew

Hallucinations 

A silly word someone may tell you

When you’re “just seeing things”

Even when what you are seeing is 

True 

But I know that it is true

Because I've seen them

Schizophrenia 

The word society uses when

The situation is becoming serious

When passing it off as a joke

Or some phenomenon is 

No longer acceptable
But when you tell someone that

You see the people in all black

The people who aren't people at all

Trying to hurt you and

Trying to pull you from your body

You hope that the person you have 

Told is someone you can trust

You tell them you can not move.

Can not breathe.

Not even closing your eyes

Is an option

So all you can do is sit and wait 

Because maybe that childhood lie

Of not seeing it so it can't see you

Will work this time

But it never does

And after coming clean about 

Something you cannot control

You end up thrown into a 

Safe little room

With safe coloured bottles

And safely rounded door handles

For a safer experience

If you told me about it

I would believe you

I always do

Because I see them 

And to think

All of this could have been avoided

If we only stopped sleeping