This is a poem about how with a mental illness there is a stigmatizing title and behind it a person that is far from being just a title. The title of an illness can be stigmatizing, now let's see people and love and not misinformation and false dogma!
The most mercurial magic revolved within him,
And although a prisoner of his mind,
He found solace through his deep wanderings
And value only he could find.
Everything had its own meaning,
And abstractions and associations ruled his ways;
Egotism was an escape from loneliness
And he isolated bits of praise.
Such is the world it didn't understand
The inner madness to which he was tied,
The newspaper just said "Schizophrenic",
His title in life, and after he died.
Mike Fuller ( January, 2004 )