She spoke without a sound,
As she pointed towards the wall.
A quiver on her lip,
As the shadows danced along.
She took another glance,
And hid under her cover
.The voices began to scream,
As they spoke to one another.
'What is going on?'
Said the mother to the father.
I think she can see us,
Said the father to his brother.
'Lets play a little game,'
Said the mother as she creeped.
Don't be afraid,
We will only stay a week.
The little girl screamed,
And her parents ran in.
A little orange bottle sat,
In between the three of them.
Schizophrenia won't leave,
The little girl alone.
When will the monsters,
Ever go home?