Lying awake in the still darkness
Watching the light from the hall
Footsteps approach
I am afraid
I hide my face
Under my too thin poor excuse
For a blanket as they get closer
The door opens wider and I press my face into my pillow
The white coats lead her in
Her voice is soft
Almost non existent
"Your new roommate" they tell her
And I know they must be looking at me
Still I do not move
She takes her place on the bed
That had been empty for days
I resolve that I will not speak to her
Will not identify with her
Am nothing like her
Yet, in a way I must be
We are both here
Both imprisoned
Both stuck
No place to go
Now my silence is gone
Chased away by her snores
That seem to get louder and louder
I lie awake, staring up at the ceiling
Maybe she won't be horrible
Maybe she will like me
Just maybe
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The Voices In My Head
RandomThis collection of poems come from a private journal I kept during my time in a mental hospital. It was an exceptionally dark time for me, and writing was my only outlet. I hope that you all enjoy this journey into the depths of my mind. Again these...
