The voices inside me are yelling,
The thoughts inside me are dwelling.
The voices I hear most are not mine,
The thoughts I thought most are not mine too,
There's a me who's different and that's true.
The seven-year-old me is my inner voice,
She's innocent but doesn't have a choice.
She has to suffer, though she doesn't want to,
She wonders where she has gotten herself into.
She's not guilty, let her go,
Free her from this trauma and let her grow.
I'm not the seven-year-old me,
But it hurts, though nobody can see.
The voices inside me demand rest,
But the situation still protests.
Seems like I can't be cured,
I guess, I can never be rest assured.
~written by shalini~
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Midnight Poetry
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