Memoirs of a mad man
The voices started giggling Snarling , hinting and talking Inside my head, language of the dead You all notnormal, I must find mine.
17
0
Bakr
Would the old me like the me I have become? I wonder if he would have been my friend Would he see me, then turn around and run? Knowing that me is how he would be in the end
Comments
Sign in or sign up to comment on this poem!
Poems by style
Poems by content