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Voices.
Telling me what to do
What to say
How to think
Where to pray
Should I run?
Got to stay
They won't let me
Go away
Laughing frantic
Looking around
Going insane
A world without sound
They're just in my mind
They aren't really there
Bombing brain cells
I rip out my hair
I can't seem
To find a way
To leave this place
I'm forced to lay
Voices, voices
In my head
Writhing now
Finally dead
I'm dead.
Nicely done. I have one about voices too, it's in my temporary insanity folder, called 'effective repetition...' you might enjoy it.
There's two ways to see this poem i suppose, the voices could really be in your head or they could be the subliminal voices of society, trying to make you conform. I like it.
Good job.
Lauren x