A Troubled Mind
People parked outside my house
They must be after me
I wish that they would go away
They scare me lots you see
Inside my head I hear a voice
I wonder if I'm mad
Anguished and tormented
This illness makes me sad
I'm not insane, just I am ill
Inside my given mind
No person really understands
Its like that they are blind
I pray to God every day
For him to make me well,
Please dear lord heed my prayer
Take me from this hell.
poem by Bev Haigh
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