Psycho

He hears voices in his head
They do not exist
He is filled with rage
No one know why
He knows everyone is looking at him
No one notices
He knows that he is hated
No one hates him
He obsesses over women he has seen
They don’t know he’s there
He thinks of killing people
They have done nothing
He talks to people
They are figments of his imagination
He screams at strangers
They don’t know why
He wants to be normal
He doesn’t know how
He cowers on the floor of the closet
There is no reason for him not to come out
He whispers as he passes people on the street
They don’t understand him
He cries himself to sleep
For fear he is crazy
He never gets any help for his illness
No one cares
He kills and kills again and again
He’s a Psycho
He is captured
Unfortunately, it is too late

Psycho

Sally Omar

Joined January 2008

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Artist's Description

Saw something recently on TV about Son of Sam…the man who was a Psycho
and randomly killed people….and that prompted this poem.

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