We Have It Under Control So Mind Your Business

by To Many Personalities To Be Tame   Aug 22, 2008


A padded cell for one friend
A padded cell for two
A door that always locked in the end
Thats what they give to you

They say that they will help you
Rid your self of that one voice
But really they'll be the death of you
Cause you have made your choice

You could already block that voice out
Started going back to normal
But now your parents have found out
And gave you a straight-jacket thats anything but formal

So now all you see is white
All your feel is 'comfy'
And the voice comes back with new bite
Cause it knows your lonely

See with no noise
With all this comfort
You given this voice new poise
Gave him some harsh dirt

So know because of you I'm sersiously sick
I only hear him, not myself
Please, I beg of you at least give me some music
I need something to drown his voice out
But your giving me no options
Throwing me in a corner
Until I kill myself

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  • 16 years ago

    by angelsufferingonearth

    Yeee, it was as if it was written for me. But...I will never kill myself, I love music too much ;-)

  • 16 years ago

    by FaithHopeNLove

    Wow I honestly feel terribly sorry for those people who expereince "the voice". That must be confusing and irritating. But the poem is well written, very discriptive, I forgot where I was for a minute cuz I was so lost in the poem. Nice job

  • 16 years ago

    by Mishka

    Oh this is nothing but dark!! is this suppose to be funny? anyway great job of portraying the voice and what it does... really glad i read it. :) 5/5

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