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There is more than one voice in my head I must make a choice, which to listen and which to ignore but as the days go on I can't anymore people must think I'm a bore I don't talk a lot too, that much is true, I am stuck inside my mind not peaceful nor sublime all these thoughts I must hide It's difficult to say words in the same way My own thoughts go at their own rate No, I must stop and translate but by then it's too late The conversation is over now I would talk but I don't know how Not without thinking first it is hard for me to just burst I'd wish it were revers'd So many opportunities I had lost It is me who paid the cost I know myself better than any but that's because I don't share with many my thoughts for a penny... I curse the voices in my head they never stop, just like I said think too much to say a thing inside I feel like a king but out here... nothing Those close to me are fine with them I share thoughts of mine with them the voices slow just a bit I have enough time to show my wit Though I'd hate to admit— At the end of the day I'd like to go away Spend some time alone I don't know, in my home? All on my own I need the space to let the mind race quiet time it's not a crime no more rhyme
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Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 4:25 PM UTC
Voices
There is more than one voice in my head I must make a choice, which to listen and which to ignore but as the days go on I can't anymore people must think I'm a bore I don't talk a lot too, that much is true, I am stuck inside my mind not peaceful nor sublime all these thoughts I must hide It's difficult to say words in the same way My own thoughts go at their own rate No, I must stop and translate but by then it's too late The conversation is over now I would talk but I don't know how Not without thinking first it is hard for me to just burst I'd wish it were revers'd So many opportunities I had lost It is me who paid the cost I know myself better than any but that's because I don't share with many my thoughts for a penny... I curse the voices in my head they never stop, just like I said think too much to say a thing inside I feel like a king but out here... nothing Those close to me are fine with them I share thoughts of mine with them the voices slow just a bit I have enough time to show my wit Though I'd hate to admit— At the end of the day I'd like to go away Spend some time alone I don't know, in my home? All on my own I need the space to let the mind race quiet time it's not a crime no more rhyme
I speak more through the written word than any word I've said aloud
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Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 4:25 PM UTC
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