Too Many People
Every hour there is a new person
the first person is happy
the second person is sad
the third person is extreamly joyful
the fourth person is depressed
Some mornings there comes a fifth person who feels like all hope is gone
but then the sixth person comes and shows the fifth person that life is beautiful
but why must all these people show up in such a timely manner?
could it be that they all want something different?
could they all be visiting the same person?
or do they all have something in common?
if you chose all of the above your right
all of them know the same person and they are taking over her life
that life is mine and i am all six people.
tormented everyday with different voices and different personalities only shown by me
nobody understands me but who would ever believe that all the extra six people is really me?
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