As I turn my head,
a small voice whispers
clear as a calm sky,
But as penetrating as a knife
As I look ahead,
That small voice whispers
"You will never make it,"
And I start to listen
It is always said,
That small voice whispers
It is a pyramid of importance,
A pit that awaits at the bottom
As my heart turns to lead
That small voice whispers
You are nothing at all
And life is useless to you
But I would rather be dead
Then hear that small voice whisper
That I can't do anything
when I am a piece of a thing called life.
©itscharlee
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