This poem, if you haven�t already guessed is about madness.

Something inside my head,
Something I cannot see,
Something I cannot grasp,
And I know it is not me.

It plays along my memories,
And whispers in my mind,
It�s sending me to insanity,
This something is not kind.

It makes me hurt myself,
Only so it can rest,
It hurts inside my heart and head,
It hurts inside my chest.

If you knew what this something was,
You�d tell me it�s a lie,
You wouldn�t want to help,
You wouldn�t even try.

© Kristel. S 2003