Damn me

And tomorrow I’ll just hate him all over again

confused by the words he whispers in my ears

and the voice inside my head insisting she’s right

and my reality is a broken shattered piece of glass

an illusion of delusion I can’t escape

two voices and I’m at war

two different stories being told

and as time flies by I grab hold

and its slowing down and ticking faster

and there’s a third voice creeping from my chest

and I’m opening up my mouth and I’m chanting it

over and over until I’m screaming the words

be free

Be Free

Be Free





Author: doing2016

I started writing when I was very young. Then I was mortified on a bus full of people when one of my stories was read aloud. I lost my focus and quit. Now, I'm trying to find my voice and my ambition. I love to write, good or bad. So, I'm doing it here and now. Thank you.

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