Though I have not
Been psychotic
For years
Though I currently
Am Employed
With a Job
Though my rationality
Has increased
Though my pocketbooks
Are more full
Though my mind
Has mended
Though I can almost pass
As “Normal”
Their are
Still scars from
When I was
Insane.
Phantoms from my past.
I feel distant
And detached,
Not from Reality
As I once was,
But from people.
I have grown cold
And numb
To their presence
People feel
Foreign and
Far off in a distant land,
Where the normals
Reside
Doing normal things
With normal worries
And normal values.
Their patterns
Predictable and
Benign.
Their experiences
Mostly
Common.
When you have
Tread a
Different path
And charted off
Into forbidden
Waters
You see
Strange things,
Phantoms and
Monsters,
From unseen lands
And the demons
From these places
Have followed me home.
And though I
No longer
Believe in them
They have forever
Changed me
And still
Contaminate
My memories
Making me feel like
A stranger
In a foreign world
And giving me
Nightmares.
Memories
From a real life
Horror Show,
That I have
Found impossible
To forget.