Tuesday, January 30, 2018

My mind ; ( poetry )

sometimes, it is hard to believe, 

That I am me,

sometimes I don't like,

having multiple personalities,

sometimes It would be nice,

If they would just begone,

But they know I am alone,

I hear them tell me now and then,

You are us and we are them,

It is no use fighting us,

Then another voice ,

Calls me by name,

And tells me to keep fighting,

So I shall listen and keep in battle,

and never will my mind destroy me.....

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    1. If the print seems smaller than normal it's because the original poem was one I wrote to a fellow blogger in a email. I copied the poem I personally wrote for a blogger from the email I sent to her so that is why the font may seem different

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