the pheasants in my head

I have pheasants in my head.

They talk to me.

Sometimes they fly around inside my head and confuse me.

Then i feel lost.

Sometimes i feel it is only them who love me.

Strangly i feel safe in this god forsaken world.

Sometimes i feel trapped by them. They confine me and don't let me be free.

Sometimes they control me

Few understand me. Call me psycotic, call me a freak, call me the fuck what you want but all i ask is that you love me.