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For a poetry contest, but also how I feel a lot of the time.


Submitted:Nov 24, 2013    Reads: 24    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   


Always screaming,

More

More, more.

I want more.

No matter

What I do

It wants more.

The voice never stops.

It's relentless.

I want to be adored.

I want to be an idol.

I want to be the best.

Keep going.

Keep working.

Keep trying.

Sometimes,

I love this voice.

It gives me drive.

Motivation,

Hope,

Encouragement,

Flows into my veins

As the voice keeps screaming.

But sometimes,

The Voice Hurts.

Sometimes I feel hopeless.

Sometimes I feel like giving up.

I cannot give any more

Than what I've already given.

But it's still not satisfied.

More.

The sound rattles my bones.

More.

The echoes surround me

In the dead of night

When I'm trying

So desperately

To sleep.

More.

The word pumps in

And out

Of my worn out heart.

More.

More.

More.

I don't know how to make it stop.

And I still haven't decided,

If this voice will lead me

To my greatest my moment

Or my harshest downfall.





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