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...