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The Voices In My Head

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Below is the poem entitled The Voices In My Head which was written by poet Alexandria Fons. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.

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The Voices In My Head

I think it’s time to come up with a new rhyme
It might take longer but I’ll make the time
I’ve been drawn and quartered, I’ve been torn apart
By my thoughts, my feelings, and importantly my heart
The thoughts inside me haunt me from bottom to top
The voices keep me awake and don’t know when to stop
I use to use my body for help, but together we failed
My thoughts and feelings were challenged and my sanity derailed
Happiness is always on my lips and forever on my brain
But how can one be happy if their thoughts make them insane
The one in the mirror, you can see pools of dread
She makes you believe it’s better to be dead
I want to shatter her words by breaking the glass into shards
She makes me believe pleasure is not in my cards
I just want to yell, to cry, to shout, to scream
Do you see that I want this nightmare to end and be only a dream
I’ll take the pills if they make me stable
I’ll tell others my worries, I’ll lay my cards on the table
I’m learning to reveal my secrets, my world, what I go through day to day
I’m learning to have help to chase all the demons away
This is not the end, it’s not goodbye
I will soon look in that mirror and see the gleam in her eye

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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