I talk to my head
My head under the spot light
I talk to my head
I talk to my crazy, stupid head,
Under the spotlight, feeling misled.
Thoughts collide, twist, and turn,
Looking for answers that never return.
The world is loud, but I’m alone,
Questions rise, but none are shown.
I wonder where I’m supposed to be,
In the mess of what I can’t see.
I speak to the chaos, try to find peace,
Waiting for the noise to finally cease.
Under the spotlight, I sit unsure,
Just a mind, lost and insecure
About the Creator
George’s Girl 2026
I've been writing poetry since the age of 10. With pen in hand, I wander the realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture you ❤️#Marie381UkWrites
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The spotlight imagery makes it even more intense, like you're searching for answers in a world that's just too loud. Love how it mirrors that inner struggle!
I think we all feel this way a little or a lot it just depends what is going on in one's life. Good job.