Okay you know everyone has a skeleton.
That secret that cannot be heard, that moment when you're trapped in your own thoughts. "I know" I know", the word crazy makes most go tick. Thick skin shit I battle with good and evil like anyone. My skeleton I hear the voices but! I ignore yes yes angel and devilish mess. I like this poem don't you? I seem mean? Nope I'm only a dream my skeletons seems to always follow me. It's a dream that I am awake but, I make no scenes. I am the main character in my life's reality. My skeleton I hear more then one voice including my own. I hear like visions like a what is it a again? A psychic yeah it's like I hear inner thoughts. It's not even my choice I hear the lies the line's. I even heard the mind of the serial killer's, that thought he was so great. It scared me so much I tried not to meditate. I know physics have visions and can see the faces as well as the hear the word's. I hear the voices of the captured the sex slaves, the hurt I hear in the captives voices pleading for home, ages so young like nobody knows. I pray I say my rosary but, I hear all the pain. I told you I have skeletons that I cannot contain. Grandmother said it's a beautiful gift don't be ashamed, I am not some thoughtfulness I hear I even shed joyful tears. I love my gift instead of visions I hear everyone's most inner thoughts, I even heard the thoughts of the most dirtiest cop's. Believe me I was shocked. So that is my skeleton I have the gift of hearing all thoughts and dreams. So it seems it's a wonderful gift better then dreams.
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