A serious thought
Popped into my head
It seems there was trouble
With a word that I said.
I cannot remember
The word that I used
But my brain is insisting
That my ego is bruised.
My feelings chimed in
They felt it was wrong
The word that I used
Belonged in a song.
Confusion’s set in
We’re all in a flux
The bits that are me
Think everything sucks!
I need calm in this place
That I call my head
Relax and shut up
I know what I said!
I lied to them all
I needed some peace
It is sleep I require
As the voices decrease.
Have you ever surmised
About the noise in your head
They’re loud all our lives
Until we are dead
I welcome the gang
When we all work as one
But then there are days
When I am seriously done!
Butterfly Sand 
Very good! I wrote some poetry once. The public lavatory attendant told me it was the finest he’d ever seen.
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A shitty job but someone has to do it! Thanks for stopping by.
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I wonder if we could measure all that chatter inside there over the years…it would supply a gas rig or two 😀
Well written Pam, a very nice chatter 😀
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Thanks Mark. I think our brains are scary places!
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Nicely done. I like the gap. And, just in case, here’s another: https://nofacilities.files.wordpress.com/2016/04/maddie.jpg
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Pretty girl!!!
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Loved this Pam.😊
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Thanks
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Nicely written – by all of you! 😉
I wish my voices would shut up sometimes! – but I don’t want to be dead just yet 😀
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hahah I sometimes think ‘quiet’ is overrated! (shhh I’m talking here!)
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hehe 😀
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You described my everyday feelings.
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Well, we are rarely bored!
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😀 That is for sure.
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