My voice.
Is mine.
Is me.
And when you take it.
What is it?
Yours?
Ours?
No ones?
Why do you steal it away from me?
Cause it's painful for me?
Cause I threaten you?
Or because you are trying to threaten me?
I don't question your voice.
Yet you think it's okay to steal mine.
I see how it is.
But I won't play by your rules.
My voice may be different.
But MY voice is mine.
YOU ARE READING
My Lost Mind
PoetryMy life isn't always the easiest. Or the hardest. But either way my mind is lost. Travel with me across my thoughts to help us both discover my lost mind.
