i
have voices in my brain
and only i can hear them
and i hear every word they say
sometimes
the comments, demands, are silenced
i'll have a state of peace and finally, some quiet
usually, although
the comments, insults, are never shushed
so more than likely i'd be left in a mess like a broken down truck
they say, "you look so fucking stupid"
on the days i where my tight skin shirts
and they say, "you look so fucking dumb"
on the days i where the dresses i like
"i'd rather have you inside, instead of
going outside, looking like an out of place fool"
i follow their commands and walk to the house
and cry, cry, as their voices become louder and rule [myself]
(ooooooooooooooooo)
(ooooooooooooooooo)
this is an unfinished song.
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sunflowers | ✔️
Puisiin which a girl, who's fond of sunflowers, expresses her trivial feelings through not rhyming poetry, longing for someone to hear. highest ranking: #144 in poetry on june 18, 2018. 🌻
