I'm scared.
I'm a coward.
I fear what's inside my head.
That's not possible! They said.
You can't fear what's inside your head!
But I do.
I fear the whispers,
The people I hear,
Go away I once said,
But now I sit with my tears on my face.
For they'll never go away.
They'll forever stay.
I'll sit still and pretend not to hear,
But I'll always know they're still there.
I'll never have the silence,
I always crave.
I'll never be free of this curse in my head,
But it won't be in control.
I won't let it in,
I refuse to give in.
I'll stay quiet and hope they understand,
I'll never except them,
But the fear is still there,
And one day I'll be forced to bow my head.
At the strange creatures I hear,
With their never ending mockery.
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Don't Look Me in the Eye
PoetryNot just poems anymore, I guess. More like little things where I have no place for them. Basically the poems/short stories/rambles that appear in my head that I have to write down. Enjoy? Trigger warning, I think. Sorry for changing the title a lot...
