Get out of this room, my head. by Regan Troop

Sep 2011

I come here
to work
to relax
A little space to hear my thoughts

But then I hear voices.
Horrible
Loud
Destructive Voices
Ripping up the silence in the room.

I hate when I can't hear myself think.

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