She is soft
maybe fragile,maybe faking
she wonders if thats her
when the midnight thoughts creep in
and her mind races faster than rally cars
when the creepy images painted at the back of her head flash
when the endless aching thoughts
that have no answers creep into her
hungry thoughts that threaten to end her existence
she stays quiet as she listens to you talk
she doubts everything you say
and she knows that its back ...THE VOICE
©j.utoh
J