an endless voice

When I try to tell you about it 

you act like a clown. 

You just want to see me happy 

and I'm just trying to make you proud.

 

But whenever I try

it's another brick to the clouds

on top of the wall

that drowns out every sound.

 

I'm trapped behind thousands of bricks 

and problems I can't fix, 

stressing me out, 

keeping me up all night long.

 

Your voice stuck in my ears 

and it won't disappear. 

A voice I never thought I'd want gone. 

 

But I wouldn't mind if it was, 

at least for a little while,

giving me some time to fix my broken smile.

 

So maybe one day,

I'll hear my own voice instead.

I just need some time

without you in my head.

ninestars

MD

15 years old

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