People pour their words in my head
Too tall
Too weird
Too skinny
Too fat
Too flat
The words bouncing off the walls
Never leaving
Going in but never coming out
Poisoning my mind
Wondering why they won’t leave
Only to realise that those echoes
Are no one else’s but my own
My own voice
My own words
These words becoming my own
Forever stuck, never leaving
Sep 9, 2024
Sep 9, 2024 at 7:29 PM UTC
People pour their words in my head
Too tall
Too weird
Too skinny
Too fat
Too flat
The words bouncing off the walls
Never leaving
Going in but never coming out
Poisoning my mind
Wondering why they won’t leave
Only to realise that those echoes
Are no one else’s but my own
My own voice
My own words
These words becoming my own
Forever stuck, never leaving