Poetry

sometimes it's bad, most days it's worse
when the silence is screaming at me
to get out of its way, out of this place
the voices tell me the same

say this, do that
sit still, shut up
don't see, just be
your mind, not free

it's like poetry for my mind to read
and anger for the hate to feed
the tears for my eyes to cry
those words are like nights
goodbye

youlis 2007