The voices in my head tell me
that it’s wrong to pretend
I don’t listen
and I fall back
into the Dark hatred again
Yelling as loud as the sun brightens
my heart realizes I am frighten
My lies, Myself are overwhelming
and forbidden to say.
I hide, and caved
and act with the words
I eat and don’t obey
I lie and I lie
until the voices
come back
Every night and every day
I hold on to lies until the voices
are telling me to obey
I know and I know
I am doing wrong things
Promises are lies
and tears are not surprises
knowing the voices are
my conscious
I am wishing and wishing that
my lies was just a dream.
Every time I lie
I hate myself
Knowing that I am hurting some else’s life
I beg and plead to not suffer or to lie
but be the tree and the vine
the ones that have something
to lean on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem