Feelings.

I wanna scream, I wanna shout.
But I can't say it out loud.
People are gonna judge me.
But I just want to be free.

Free from my thoughts, free from the voices.
I have dark thoughts and also dark voices, yes.
But I don't want it.
I feel like I'm always talking shit.

Writing stories and poems make me feel better.
Always wearing a very long and warm sweater.
Tired of hiding.
Tired of deciding.

I just want to feel good.
I want to be in a good mood.
But the thoughts, the voices, they say no.
They won't let me go.

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