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I hear so many voices, I can't tellĀ 
which are real,
Or just in my
head.
There's three ways of fighting.

Agressive-Using attacks and offensive maneuvers.

Defensive-Blocking and deflecting attacks.

Controling-Using your enemy's attacks and defenses against themselves while not aggressively attacking them nor defending against their attacks.
Is it possible to betray your self?
"You raise the blade, You make the change, You rearrange me till I'm sane." Brain Damage - Pink Floyd
I know who "They" are, "They" are the voices. But I've lost who I am. I guess, in a way, I am "Them", and they are "Me", Right?
What am I?
A never ending noise of war and conflict in my head, All for what?
I haven't been abused or anything of that sort. Over the years I have been changing and "adapting" my self to different people and situations. Because of it, I now have all of "Them" constantly yelling and argueing in my head, each one trying to take control. It's left me a former shell of my self. I don't feel many emotions because of it now most of the time, but the ones I do feel...
In the end, It's a prison of my own making.
Your
strokes
have no
distinct
connection
And that is the beauty of it
A sort
of
utter
perfection
The style, yours to befit.
27.07.2018
To Logun Alexander Johnson's poems that started out like this.
"He's" not the only one
in my head, they
always argue.
"There's someone in my head, but it's not me..." - Brain Damage (By Pink Floyd)
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