Hillary Ann Bergeron Poems

I am not lost. I'm just not where I am meant to be. In the nowhere a body speaks to me. Unbelieving voices echo in my head. Something is missing. Once using this empty space in my mind, something is missing. It once controlled these voices whispering through my head. The screaming is so loud, I find is hard to concentrate on what used to calm this noise.

I've lost myself. I am frozen in a overwhelming maze of confusing depression. Anger sometimes consumes me. Which is only a mental consequence for my feelings of indecision. I am not Hillary. She has been engulfed by her own thoughts.
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