Voices

Fri, 06/20/2014 - 14:42 -- Zay777

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A smile that is what I show

Behind it a tortured mind that no one will ever know

I walk my line, I do my time

I try to be respectable, caring, and refined

But on the inside what one does not see

A mind split in two, and psychotic tragedy

Two voices, one head, arguing over what the other had said

Never a second of peace in my mind

One is emotion, the other is thought

Both can be cruel, whether honest or not

One tears me apart for what I am

“You’re stupid, you’re ugly, not even half a man”

The other brings guilt in on the air of my sigh

“How can you feel sorry? How can you cry?

There are plenty of other worse off than you

You should be ashamed right now for what you do”

It is these two voices that ruin my way

Any hope, any light, of some better day

But still I grin, and smile away

People can’t know of the voices today

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