This little voice inside my head
Keeps talking while I'm laying in bed
It tells me "truth" about all others
Then gives me love like my mother's
I listen dutifully and believe what it says
And gulp down more like candied Pez
Everything is twisted to hurt like knives
Just with this tiny voice that which joy it deprives
So don't expect much when your opinion is put on my head
As I'll just be crying when I reach this bed.
YOU ARE READING
The Thoughts and Poems from the Mind of a 14-Year-Old Girl
PoetryI'm just a teen dealing with life One Step After Another. So, enjoy these crappy limericks, verses, and rhymes. I hope they keep you company. One page at a time.
