I listen to complaints all day then I hear a whisper
Don't you wish that's all you have to worry about
I turn around no ones there I start to get the shivers
No ones there I think to myself
I look for a clue to who it might be still no one looks my way
Maybe some one is tricking me and then I hear the whispers again
The voice is getting louder I'm running faster and faster
Still I see no ones there but I
Maybe some ones watching me
Then I ran to the door
My mind went wild and the whispers followed
I still hear them to this very day
I always wonder why they're still here and
Why they haven't gone way
Why did they keep bothering me
nomatter how long they stayed
I guess they'll follow me like life after death
Not until my eyes are shut tightly and my very last breath
2006-08-25
06:02:30
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Tell me if I should post more poems for people to judge?
2006-08-25
09:03:36 ·
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