Tiredmonkey

Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The most certain way to succeed is always to try just one more time. Thomas A. Edison 

monkey poem, written a few years ago by me.

I hate myself and what I’ve become
Saying I hear voices makes me feel completely dumb
I’m 34 an adult by rights
But the voices come when I turn out the lights
The shadows creep
The whispers sneak
My nerves take a gigantic leap
I’ve been dumped upon life’s rubbish heap
Daylight comes non to soon
It’ll soon be the hour known as noon
I’m only just woken up
The drugs really stuff you up
Emotions raw senses rife
I don’t believe I’ll ever feel right
I’m not like you, I’m not like them 
Because I have been round the bend
Intelligent maybe
But is that good 
Because I know all
Those could’s and should’s
I could have been this
I could have been that 
But I hear voices
And I can’t make sense of that
Who am I? Where am I?
What can I do? 
Why oh why 
Am I not like you?
A hiccup, a glitch
A desperate itch
The person I am
Is not what I wished