Crazy

by Bobbi   Jul 10, 2005


Trapped in a cell
with my imaginary friends
trapped in my mind where talking never ends,
you yell at me,you scream
"stop it! it isnt real"
"it is real,you see",they told me so
as i hold it to my head
you scream some more
"do it",they say
"dont worry,it will all be blurry!"

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  • 18 years ago

    by CHOKE

    Awww hun, that's such a good poem!!!!

    ..........*HUGGKES*..............

    <3 Elizabeth