Sincerely Fuck You!
You who didn't so much teach me to talk as train me to say things your way
You who I hear in my head
As an infection of implication and inflection
Contorting my thoughts so I can't think straight
You who got me to gouge out myself with doubt
And handed me a scalpel
You who watch the dissection disinterested
Stopping me only to annotate "interesting" parts of my mental anatomy
You who taught me to prattle in Latin so the microscope you made me shave into my skull only left me looking alien
Until I only see homosapien, hypochondriac, hypocrite
Not the human
And my thoughts are obscured behind a fog of who's thinking them
A friend pushed into schizophrenia by a "loving" mother not only heard voices but saw and smelt blood ouzing out of the walls. For a long time his only coping mechanism was to curl into a foetal ball and scream. No one heard or answered in the padded cell. He eventually beat the voices by recognising what they represented and why he had them. His triumph came when appplauded by a large group of psychiatrists who paid to listen to him to lecture them.