Tuesday, May 1, 2018

Imaginary People

Imaginary people
Living inside of me
Filling me with ugly
Like garbage men collecting
The best parts of me
Raging voices wanting more
Never will I be free
And through all this madness
They are consuming me
I can no longer hide
Knock-knock-knocking at my door
A prisoner trapped forever
These thieves of my tomorrow
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