Bettie Yeboah

In My Mind

If these thoughts inside were my own why do they repulse me so?
Cut open my head and see what's inside,
A dark coiled snake bitter because there's no place to reside
But in my head, it has found a place,
A place where dark thoughts fester,
Curled and asleep, now they awake
To haunt my dreams and sleep
Oh, why do they keep
persisting in their dark tasks?

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