"Trrrnng trrrnng"
I would've drowned in my sea of thoughts,
got saved by the bell.
Thoughts are my escape route
Yet they are a prison cell.
I love to go there
And to come out,
my soul I can sell.
What makes it so confusing?
Well,
Every face has a story.
Look closely, can you tell?
YOU ARE READING
《 VOICES 》
PoetryEver heard that little voice inside your head? Yeah, it's about that.
