Hyperactive
Bouncing of the walls
Active and hyper
No way to shut it down
Or at least that's what I thought
'Til I took one step in that door
My mind was silent a ghost
Just an empty grave of what it was
I act different just because
Yet that is what my brain does
Swaps
YOU ARE READING
Silent Music
PoetryThis is a collection of poems. Some of them are very litteral and some are figurative. I hope by the end, you can hear the silent music I sing through the pages. All of these poems come straight from my mind to the page and very few are edited. Some...
