Insane(pantoum)
Raised to shouts, quiet voices
left with no other choices
can’t hide anymore for you my disdain
your ugly words, in my head, drive me insane.
Left, with no other choices!
in my head your judgemental voices,
slowly I’m being driven insane,
can’t hide anymore, for you my disdain.
In my head, your judgemental voices
I’m now left! with NO other choices!
your murder is now on my brain
slowly you’ve driven me insane.
29/1/2020.
Poetry by liz munro
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Written on 2020-01-29 at 03:50
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