I look in the face I see in the mirror, I recognize it as a terror.
I have no images that are left of the real me, I am only what ever you want to see.
I hope I live well enough to hide my true thoughts, the monster will die if ever caught.
I find it hard to type, as I know soon I will need to use the knife.
I want to cut into the brain in my head, I have to know is it the things I hide that are left unsaid.
I do not write to for others to see, I write to control the monster from coming in me.
I have prayed because I've been told there is a God, but I am not sure he will help my cause.
I have learned really well, how to pull a new personality off the shelf.
I am scared as I write this down, the monsters will learn to come out.
I hope they don't catch what I write, because they want to be free they tell me so at night.
I know I needn't worry if others know because eventually they will win, then my body will start to die from within.
The anger and rage, to them I am their slave.
I look back in the mirror and the voices have gone, I live one day longer so I must stay strong.
I begin this day with images of those I have seen, I glance in the mirror and check that the mask hides me.
Author notes
i couldn't choose which one of my many poems about the voices to use so i stole a few lines of each and created something new and fresh i hope all will enjoy i also want to say i entered it in your contest in the hopes it does better than the last contest i entered it in
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A contest entry
- Paying it forward by MysticalRayne.
450 points, ended December 12, 2007, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - voices in my head by Desired-Lucidity.
550 points, ended December 23, 2007, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Back to you
There are some interesting thoughts in this piece that appears to be a stream of consciouness write. You said in the author's notes that it is a composite of sections of past writes. I'm curious, do you ever rewrite?
The 'Beat' poets and writers of the 50s have a reputation of not doing rewrites, but interviews and histories and taught us this is not true. Selectivity is an essential part of art. We choose what we want to show and how we want to show it.
Read some Billy Collins. He has a similar feel.
Try rewriting this and take out the first person. Write as an observer.
I'm not a big fan of the 'Beat' style, but I think you've captured the essence.
Jim -
sweet
i really like this one.
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There is a new voice... stronger and built upon deepest breaths... it is going to drive the other voices away... call this voices name and you will see... they will cower in the deepest shadows... you are not alone...
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I really enjoyed reading this - very well put together and so fullof emotion. Best of luck
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