Shutup I can't listen anymore.
Be quiet, don't slam the door.
So many times, I have said:
'Stop, screaming, voices in my head'
A lot of head aches tracing all the time.
Crash, boom, a really loud chime.
Screams, of pain, racing in my mind.
The voices are mean, and others are kind.
They tell me to do things that I normally wouldn't.
They tell me to do things that I really shouldn't.....
sounds like somethiing about parents.. and alittle about a boy who cant speak of what goes on.. good work on this one. x3, mill
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Or maybe about owns CONSCIENCE telling good from bad! High marks.