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.....
This is really good!
ReplyDeleteIf 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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