They appeared inside my head under a false guise,
they pretended to be nice
but it was all lies.
As they took off they're masks,
all I did want to ask,
was why their facade couldn't last?
They started to taunt me,
about things I had done,
promised to free me
if I used the gun.
They instructed me not to talk,
eat, sleep, or breathe,
and whenever I do,
they do give me grief.
"I don't deserve this",
"I don't deserve that",
"I should kill myself",
"I really am fat",
I used to not believe them,
but proof I do now's hidden under my sleeve hem.
They are my rice crispies,
my voices,
forever forcing me to make unwanted choices
until the very end.
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Note: This poem is specifically about my experience with my voices, whereas the previous one is about what I believe most people experience
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My Maze of a Mind
PoetryThese are some of my poems that illustrate how I feel sometimes, some will be happy - others not, so sorry if they depress you. WARNING: these poems may be triggering to some, in particular: The Treachery of the Knives, Beautiful Scarlet and The N...
