There's a voice inside my head;
I've tried to shut her,
over and over again.
She speaks my language,
but I don't want to understand
her painful words that make me feel just average.
She says she knows what's best for me
but she's nothing more than a liar,
because she's just a voice inside my brain.
I'm sick of her talking,
because everywhere I go,
she keeps on her painful talking.
Maybe I should ignore her,
because this is hurting hard inside my chest:
but how will I do this, if she's inside myself?
I feel her under my skin,
she's now a part of me;
I whish it didn't exist.
She judges my moves,
my decisions and my ideas,
even my own damn words.
Now I've talked with her,
she has spoken with me,
she has confessed.
Her, ladies and gentlemen,
is what they call:
to overthink.
(Senryus)
If I don’t have
a hair-band on my wrist I
feel out of control.
When I was a kid
I thought teens were the coolest
people in the world.
Now I know that teens
are the tiredest, most stressed
people in the world.
How fun would it be
if ceiling fans could support
our weight - bye boredom.
(3 Haikus)
Immature - is a
word boring people use to
describe fun people
I should start a book,
a thick notebook to keep
inappropriate thoughts
Ever look at friends
and think, "Wow, we're gonna
be some weird adults?"
Sleep is my drug, my
bed is the dealer, my clock
the cops and school the jail.
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