Slight bit of language in here
In my house there are many
Voices.
Voices of siblings, parents, and
That of technology.
Most are good, but
Some are bad.
The bad ones I can tolerate...
Except for one.
That one voice only comes every so often,
But it's terrifying...
It hurts so much,
But I can't get very far away.
I can go to bed and hide
In the corner,
But even then that's not
Enough.
You might think that the
Voice is inside my head,
But it's not.
The voice come from the ones I call my parents.
They get angry and shout
"Shut the fuck up!"
And I can't bear to hear it said
Or even look at them and how rage has consumed them.
Though the terror passes quickly
I sit in my room crying and hoping
That that voice will never
Come again.
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My Poetry
PoetryPoems that have come to me at random times over the years and continue to do so. Some poems speak about touchy subjects, but I will put a warning at the beginning of those poems. Constructive criticism welcome!
