Darling, your heart is black,
But your mind is a colourful wreck;
Your voice is terribly feeble,
But your mind is a noisy mess.
Voices shout orders in your head,
They scream for you to think
'Think, Think, Overthink'
And then in your thoughts you'll sink.
That monster under your bed?
Isn't that one your friend?
Don't worry! That won't kill you,
Just suffocate and torture you.
Kind words that you once said,
Are now just blots of red.
They're scars now, all unhealed
But you can keep then all concealed.
YOU ARE READING
World From Another Angle (A collection Of Poems)
Poetry"Don't forget- no one sees the world the way you do, so no one else can tell the stories that you have to tell." -Charles de Lint Everyone sees the world from their own angl...
