Mind Whispers Poem by Stefan Belan

Voices in my head,
Whispering of things ahead.
Worries, stress and expectations,
Leave no room to recreation.
I feel disrupted, cut off from my imagination.

Will I remain myself,
Or left behind will be just a memory,
Of my life experimentation?
Becoming a pawn, a society creation.
Is this, desolation?

I wanna be a child again,
To play, explore and wonder,
Without any reservation,
To think of a new day as a new adventure,
To live happily, without any expectation.

I wanna shout my feelings out loud,
I want them to pour like rain,
I want them to echo,
I want them to remain mine,
But if I do, they will try to shut me down.

I won't tell them, and I won't let them know,
That if I go down, down they go.