Thought perplexes me
Simple names, and there are
The nameless ones.
All three going at once in my head,
Then the others join in. I wish they
Would be silent once in a while and leave me to my own though.
Or at least I could I feel alone for once,
I wouldn’t have such a headache all the time.
I grow tired of listening to them all, they never agree.
It is odd though, one part acts out physically and so does the other
Yet they are opposite.
One is happy and the other is angry, so I may laugh and speak
And smash my fist into a table, wanting to scream,
Or I may look like I am ready to cry (which I haven’t cried in a long time, how sad)
But yet be happy speak as such.
I do not like the real for this reason, my tone is never how I feel and my
Physical actions are not how I feel.
Only if people would go by my words and nothing more deep than that.