The street where I stay
It seems to attract mental illness people
In the beginning there was a family
The youngest son is a mental nut
Though he didn't make noise or shout
He would behave to show he is mad
His mother always gives it to him
She didn't want to make him angry
He was a teacher in an independent school
The next door neighbour said he had good grades
How he turn himself a mad man?
Sometimes love can make it bad
Then they shifted
When his sister bought a new house
In the same neighbourhood
About 800 meter away
Then the zombie man arrives
The shouting cry the whole day
For months his parents just pretended
They too aren't connected in their heads
One day he wanted to attack a woman
She video taped him on her handphone
She made her police report
They came and took him way
For six months the place was quiet
No more shouting the whole day
The street returned to its normal routine
After 6 months he returned from mental hospital
Now he doesn't shout anymore
He is quiet he must have taken his pills
The staff from the hospital will check sometimes
So far he stays quiet
Now there is a new tenant
This family has a mental guy
He uses to say out loud in the morning
Most of the time the same words and tone
Sometimes he will walk around the neighbourhood
Walking with a limp as he struggles on his way
I suspect he might have suffered a stroke
Because his right hand he hardly moves it
The street where I stay
3 families with mental sons
I will not know how they will be
Running amok one day?
As far as I know
Love turns wrong
Can cause a person
Turning into a mad animal
While growing up
My cousin turned mad
Because her mother disagreed
Her choice of man to marry
She turned into a mental patient
Always wanting to kill her mother
Her parents locked her in her room
She stayed in for good
She was nice to me
Through her window
Even my mother could talk to her
But not her own mother
When we shifted house
I didn't see her any more
The last time I heard
She passed away with her broken dreams
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