It’s like I’ve hidden
and concealed
how I really feel
Don’t know which
way is correct
I heard the Voice
though inside I neglect
the right to choose
the choice I regret
How I’m bloody
with disdain
It murdered
the force
I renamed

I’ve buried my words
and in that my heart
My thoughts have
been protested
I gave up a lot
to try and
skip ahead
when in reality
I drug the dead
through all
my petty drama
Made the bed
I wrote on