The Curse

I wake up every morning wanting to go back to sleep.

Thinking the world will survive the day without me.

I could stay in bed and not think, just dream.

I am lonely and trapped inside my head.

The voices are trying to escape, always trying to hurt me.

I listen to them carefully, thinking my heart is speaking.

I yearn for the day the voices dry out.

For the day that people cannot see right through me.

The day that I will have the confidence for people to see the real me.

I want to be normal, but what is normal is being me. 

I cannot wait for the day when I can sleep peacefully.

The day that happens I will be stuck in my head eternally.