this voice i hear
i hear it so clear
so distant yet near
this little voice
saying i have no choice
where is it coming from?
its beating like a drum
humming an evil hum
it wont seem to go away
the evil things it continues to say
whats happening to me?
this voice wont let me free
making me so afraid
pushing me around like in a parade
turning me away from my friends
trying to make my life meet its end
making me think everythings pretend
im going insane
riding on a crazy train
this little voice have fun
makes me pick up a loaded gun
and now the battle has been won
this little voice
said i had no choice
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A different thought on inner thinking weell penned10