I walk alone
Why do I allow myself to be manipulated?
Why can’t I except the truth?
I won’t allow my voices to tell me right.
I allow myself to be used. But why?
I’m afraid to be alone.
And now I’m not but they won’t leave.
I’m afraid of the lies, afraid of where my mind will wonder.
I let My voices creep into the depths.
They won’t lie, will they?
Will they mislead me into darkness or where I should be.
I always love people who don’t love me.
Everyone that pretend to care..
Again, manipulation.
Can I just be alone? If no one cares.
Isolation sounds better than socializing with fake people.
They’re everywhere! I need to be alone before I let my voices become me.
They are. Slowly, and I’m starting to love them.
I embrace there power. I love the way they make me feel.
They make isolation easier than going back to being used, abused, manipulated.
They love me. I love them.. We are one. We have intellectual power.
(2015)
