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I’m trapped inside my head


At first there wasn't a sound, or its trace.
It seemed to me like a silent place.
Then a wise voice spoke;
Something sleepy it awoke. 

We used to talk for an hour or two.
Then it was time to bid adieu.
Our conversations slowly became longer;
My desire to listen became stronger. 

Soon the speakers were three.
My imaginations were now running free.
Then it seemed and there was no doubt;
In my head, there was a crowd. 

I speak so much without a word.
But all of it the crowd has heard.
Outside I feel, I fail to communicate;
And here they discuss my ideas and appreciate. 

Yet there is this need to speak out.
Voice my words and voice them loud.
I think, I’ll write them down and have them read;
Because I’m trapped inside my head!

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