Force myself up again today,
i wonder what game you'll play.
Will you cry or do as your told?
my wondering will never get old
Shouts errupt and tears stirr
you make everything such a blurr
Life used to be a breeze
now mother begs on her knees
You feel no shame yet you should
do as your told, if you only could..
Your so head on, and im so tierd
how is it your always wired?
I have seen more than you know,
are you enjoying making our lifes your puppet show?
Do you not see how much i hurt
thats why im shallow, bitter and kurt
Sometimes i see the real you,
but it hardly ever breaks through
by what you do to us i know inside
you are no brother of mine,
maybe you'll come back to us in time..
(My brother is autistic)
YOU ARE READING
The screams inside my head..
PoetryEveryone has a voice, a voice inside their head. It can be evil, it can be good or you may not hear it. I hear this voice, i hear it because it screams. It screams because its my only outlet to the pain..
