The Boy

Once upon a time

Not too long ago.

There was a little boy

Whom everyone knew.

When he was just a kid

He used to dream things;

Flying cars , Dinosaurs and almost everything.

Not only did he dream;

He used to act like so,

Even cried by the growl of imaginary dinosaurs.

Used to hear voices

Of people who weren't there

And made many imaginary friends

Who used to stick with him everywhere.

Of course his parents weren't even worried;

Thinking he was over imagining

Which was common by the children of his age group,

But his case was a little different

He could bend in every way you think

But that was okay as it was.

And as he grew a little bit older,

People realized he was the crazy one.

He just couldn't the bear the hormonal change

But that was the way he was.

His dream got a little bit wilder,

He used to have wildest dreams,

He used to dream

Demons, Monsters, Knives , Killers and Blood

But there was nothing he can do about it

Cause that was the way it was.

The werewolves used to jump on his bed at night,

His shadow was a serial killer,

He used to inflict pain on himself

In every chance he got

But that's not the end of course.

He used to have seizures and would end in dislocated bones,

His parents thought he was really cursed

And took him to every religious place

But all of that didn't seem to work,

Not a one single bit,

His condition only got worsened

To a really large extent

And even the society boycotted him

Thinking him to be damned freak.

In the end what you will expect

Is the same thing that happened.

He couldn't bear the voices and hallucinations

So he killed himself.

After his death,

When doctors took him.

They found him to be really sick,

At the end what came out

Is that he was schizophrenic.

By : Armaan Yusuf