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
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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The spotlight imagery makes it even more intense, like you're searching for answers in a world that's just too loud. Love how it mirrors that inner struggle!
I think we all feel this way a little or a lot it just depends what is going on in one's life. Good job.