As i listen to my
head's unfamilliar
voices,
I slowly realized
that i wasn't
even part of
your choices.
YOU ARE READING
STORIES YET TO BE WRITTEN
PoesíaA everyday poem for her but never been peruse by she
My demons
As i listen to my
head's unfamilliar
voices,
I slowly realized
that i wasn't
even part of
your choices.
