Struggling with them.
The voices.
Out loud.
In my head.
Everywhere.
They all talk at once, and
the noise is deafening.
Until they experience
the locked box memories,
they don't know.
They judge.
They talk.
They. Don't. Know.
There is matter over mind.
Emotions over reasoning.
It happens.
We try to deal.
But the voices get louder,
never quiet, always getting
louder and louder
and
never slowing their
fast paced talk.
And it hurts.
~Annie
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In My Mind ~ Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems from the locked box inside my head.
