Psychosis

Tears rolled down her face,

Her heart began to race,

Her imagination has gone wild,

Who will help this terrible child?

Everyone says she is playing a game,

They said attention was her aim,

But the little girl still screamed and cried,

As they appeared before her eyes,

She would see, hear and feel,

Things that weren't even real,

It went on for weeks, months and years,

And nothing would stop the tears,

Its sad to see a child, an innocent being,

Tormented and hurt by every meaning,

A child who wishes she wasn't alive,

Because she is haunted by her own mind.