I talk to my head

My head under the spot light

By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk Published 2 years ago • 1 min read

By George’s Girl 2025

I talk to my head

I talk to my crazy, stupid head,

Under the spotlight, feeling misled.

Thoughts collide, twist, and turn,

Looking for answers that never return.

The world is loud, but I’m alone,

Questions rise, but none are shown.

I wonder where I’m supposed to be,

In the mess of what I can’t see.

I speak to the chaos, try to find peace,

Waiting for the noise to finally cease.

Under the spotlight, I sit unsure,

Just a mind, lost and insecure

Poetry has lived in me since childhood.

Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.

My poems heal, some haunt, all are pieces of me.

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