Call Me Crazy.. - Poem by Shannon Nicole
There's a voice cooped up in the back of my head,
It's telling me to speak up,
And Just be myself.
There's a voice built into my brain,
To keep me in line,
For my mind to stay clear,
To make good choices.
There's a voice engraved into my skull,
Reading words I never knew,
Understanding a language that has been forbidden,
And learning a new way to see things.
It's like there's eyes in the back of my head,
That watch my back,
That see the past,
That hurt so much.
There's eyes growing,
To see the darkness,
To see the lights,
To see the outsiders.
It's like there's a hand gripping my throat,
So I don't snitch,
So I don't speak up,
So I don't weep.
There's a hand resting on my shoulder,
Telling me I have been a good girl,
Telling me that I've had a mission accomplished.
Telling me that I was doing something good for once.
It's like my heart's on my sleeve,
Because he has it,
Because I don't want it,
Because it's being sewn back in place.
There's a heart on my sleeve,
Speaking like it's broken,
Screaming that it cannot mend,
Whispering that she loves him.
There's a few words that I wanted to say,
There's a few words that I promise,
There's a few things that I hold close to my heart,
My best friend,
I have things that I wish to say,
But I don't know how to word them,
One word can state so many.
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