Megan Rose's Poetry

I Am My Minds Hostage.

There is a voice in my head that is getting louder and louder.
I hear it every day, but where does it come from?
A river streams down from my eye, a bitter taste to my surprise.
Today the voice is crystal clear, shockingly sweet and very sincere.
I reach out to it and grip a hold, fast it pulls away and folds.
It swears at me, curses me, and chains me to my bed.
I moan and scream and internally bleed.
Truly it’s all in my head.