I can hear you there, whispering in my ear.
Saying things that aren't true, but I can never seem to deny
Showing me the truth, how everything is a lie.
I can fear you, waiting there for when I'm all alone
Because that's when you come out to play
When it's dark, and I'm alone,
This is when you whisper things, convince me of thing that aren't true
Like a wolf playing sheep, you allow me think I've gotten better.
And maybe I did, once upon a time
But now it's dark, it's late, and I'm all alone.
Now you come out, throwing off your fake wool
And again I can hear the whispers.
Fat
Stupid
Flat chested
Goodie goodie
Weird
Over dramatic
Fuck-up
Needy
Broken
Although that is what I am, or at least that's what you told me
That's what everyone else told me
So why should I keep them from their happy endings?
If they want me gone, then let it be done
This is what you always wanted, isn't it?
Giving me a false sense of security, a false hope before you tore me down again.
Because you are what keeps me up at night,
What keeps me isolated, and my secrets at bay
You are the whispers in my head
My saving grace
My one destruction
You are my mind.
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Everyone needs to express themselves
PoetryThis is a collection of some of my poems. Criticism is always welcome, so long as it is constructive and/or helpful. Please be patient with my updates, I will probably not update regularly, sorry. Most poems are dark or sad- you have been warned.
