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Living with a voice in my head
There’s a voice in my head
I thought it was mine
Some days it stays dormant
Other days it rules my mind
It’s not what it’s saying
It’s the way that it sounds
At times I can see him
Dressed up like a clown
Making fun at my life
Creating heartaches and strife
Never thinking I am lost
Never considering the mental cruelty and cost
Just always insisting do this and do that
Until I run out of reasons and forget all the facts
I have known that he lives there deep within
Laughing at me with that ugly clown grin
I tried speaking to experts
Taken pills big and small
I have read all the books
Still he remains there on call
Just waiting for something I need to decide
Then he comes from that place within he resides
If only I knew why this clown picks on me
Did he find me hanging from my family tree
Did he think it was easy to drive me insane
Sending out signals that dance in my brain
Will I ever find peace and joy in my life
Have kids and get married to a loving wife
Will I ever escape this voice in my head
And sleep through the night without him in my bed?
__WOLRAD
(A poem from the Wolrad collection #150)
