Hearing voices.

I can inform, enlighten, give an idea

But cant explain how my reality can become so severe

 Yes you know I hear voices and I never can feel safe

But you will never know truly what my mind can create

 Nor will anyone comprehend what it is like..

To continuously hear voices all through the day and night

Derogatory commentary of every action I can make

Feeling I am being watched never giving me a break

The horrendous talk, accusations and schemes Assumptions conspiring

nothing ever as it seems

I often wonder how my mind can create such hateful things

Time and time again I am completely misunderstood

If only you were able to understand,  if only you could.

 

Reviews

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I am so glad I came across this. Disturbia.
The lines are plaintive and are reeking of pain, the longing to be understood.


I look forward to your other works.
Well done, CLB.

Best,
M.