Emotions.

The Mind

I can hear them.

I can see them.

I can feel them.

The voices. The taunts.

The faces. The eyes.

The cuts. The bruises.

The voices speak taunts that make me want to cry.

The faces say the truth that their eyes speak.

The cuts and bruises litter my unseen mind.

I doubt the voices in my head.

But then they cry out to loud to ignore.

And darling I know that you may all believe this to be a reaction to my overactive imagination.

And my dear I may believe that true.

But the voices know what is true.

And therefore so dose my mind and my soul.

I know that perhaps you may not believe it but this is my mind and you just walked in to the death parade.