I went to somebody’s house to ‘play’
I didn’t like it at all everyone was
Dull shapes and I was the only bright spark
There was a police show on television
And I was shuttering in more air than the vacuum cleaner
I pleaded to return home
The cruel police is always after me
Don’t you know
I call the shrink Mr. Man
Because he is just so
He tells me I have schizophrenia
Everyone tells me it’s a catastrophe
I think it’s too long a word to be me
If I stay at home very tranquil
Being a heroine or a singer
I will get well
Because they have the courage I need
To stop myself from ramming
A jarful of baby blue pills down my throat.
I will, I will.

I went to school today
Saw a bird perching on the swing
It twisted and shrivelled into nothing
Then the ashes flew up
There was someone in my head
(His name is Sam)
And he told me to fly too
I like Sam for he is good to me
So I tried to fly but I couldn’t so I climbed
Up to the very top of the swing
Sam was angry because I hadn’t obeyed him exactly
He told me to jump or I would stop being a
Heroine from a fairytale
So I did
I hit the ground and it felt as if something
Had stabbed me all over though I couldn’t see any knives
I realised the all-important truth: the teacher had the knife
I cried buckets.
There is something about freedom
Which I will see soon