poems for my identity

disturbance inside your head

i hate the light how it reminds me of the dreams that used to live inside my head.

close the blinds, pull the curtains do not disturb the man inside my head.

he is creating new nightmares, new horrible thoughts that cross my mind at 2 am.

the man chooses my path. i sit in darkness waiting for the signal, waiting for it to be ok to sleep again.

the pain comes from the mans ideas, they start out as memories but fade slowly into depressing reminders of what is left.

i dont listen to the man when he tells me to sleep. i just lay there crying hoping he will be gone tomorrow morning.

but the sun rises and i try to rest my head but they all quickly flash inside my head every mistake every failure.

everything that keeps me from living begins to play and i listen.