Schizoid

Schizoid, Schizoid turning away
Give me a sign, give me anything
And I know that this love's my mistake
Just another I cannot obtain

I guess I'm worried you're not gonna stay
Anywhere I look, I see a broken ring
And I'm sure that you can't cure this ache
This time it's more than just a stain

Run, if only out of fear
Just to find something here
There's still nothing here

Schizoid, Schizoid still losing touch
Give me your hand, I'll keep you safe
And I know that you still don't care
But did you know my mind's not changed?

So you tell me I'm thinking too much
That what's in your head has never been my place
Well, I've come to terms with the emptiness there
Others think your thoughts are strange

Hide, if only from yourself
I'm here to offer help
I'm still too far gone

Schizoid, Schizoid turning away
Give me a sign, give me anything
And I know that we'll never change
Maybe this is for the best

(NOTE: This poem was more-or-less based around the structure and form, and was undeniably inspired, by the song "Baker, Baker" by Tori Amos. From the album "Under the Pink".)