They found me one day
wandering the wilderness,
hearing voices.

They found me one day
saying 'I hear voices
as clearly as you hear my voice
in this room
yet no one else hears
so that makes me crazy?
The voices denigrate me.
They deny me
and what I want is for them to go away.

Yet, when they speak
they mock me
saying
'they can't hear us because we are blocking them'
and they think you are crazy- this is what makes
us strong
and you weak.'

I hear these voices
and have to drown them out
so I don't hear.
So I don't hear
So I can sleep.

What I need is someone
who believes me:
they know if someone does
their power
is gone.

Does that make me crazy?
I don't think so..

Lonnie Hicks

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-makes-me-crazy-lila-s-story/