Schizophrenia, a poem

Do you see the man standing on the ceiling?
He's running around in circles now.
I can hear you hear him.
You know he's there.
*gasp* Don't look at me that way!
*whisper* when you look directly, the aliens tune in.
You say there's no such thing but I see them and I hear them.
*covers eyes* Please don't turn on the light.
I'm tired of watching the people in the wall have sex.
*looks to side* Ssh! Don't tell me that! *giggle*
My friend 33 wants me to picture you all naked. Eww!
Hey lady? LADY! Stop broadcasting your thoughts to me .
You'll make me forget what I have to say!
You're just like that stupid neighbor of mines who narrates everything that I do.
*mimics man* "She's peeling potatoes . She picks one up but places it back down because it has a small nub on it that reminds her of a penis. She has such a dirty mind."
He's really annoying---Oh hold on my hand is ringing.
Hello? Why yes this is she.
Uncle Frank died 3 years ago but tell him I'll be right over. Goodbye!
Have you ever listened to the radio?
I mean really listened: Well DON'T!
That dirty bastard is always telling lies about me! Don't listen to a word you've heard!
...don't listen...
At night when everyone is done telling their stories and 33has stopped twisting my arm,
Something dark comes around and even 33 gets scared and leaves.
And the It that is somewhere starts to tell me bad things...
*changes voice* "you're ugly! I hate you! you're worthless! stupid slut!"
Blah blah blah am I right?
*heh**sad tone* I just let it talk because I can't reason with it.
I try not to cry because when I cry I get scared
and when i get scared the people in the wall begin to scream and their eyes begin to bleed...
*happy* But trolls are very nice because I've seen a couple!
Oh no cats don't like water but they love milk just fine!
*tone saddens* And then he comes.
His cryptic hand and ragged dirty finger nails always appear first.
Splitting apart the screaming couple in the wall...A dark void
He appears our of and he is dark...darker than from where he comes...
and he knows I am scared. and the voice gets louder
It's not his voice. he has no voice. he has no eyes.
His jaw hangs crooked, only a few teeth he has...
And he knows I am scared.
And he knows I am scared...still I cry
I've already told you I can't move.
Yep, Sometimes at night I get stuck.
The man on the ceiling just told you! I saw the words go straight into your ears.
*points* and there's an imp on your shoulder, She'll steal your socks tonight
*points* and there's a little girl under your chair playing with your laces
But he doesn't play...he never plays...
He stands at the foot of my bed as demons escape from his mouth and the words get louder
but i can only sit and cry.
Perhaps one day I'll take his hand and see what he offers.
Yet the sun always comes up and the people in the wall,
boy do they love to have sex!
*looks to side* What do you want 33?
*looks at audience* Oh HI! I didn't see you there!