Literature
Something Dead
There's something that lives inside of my head, watching everything I do
When I cry and scream, it's there static, and when I'm laughing too
It tells me that what I feel's not real, until my mind doesn't know what's true
It's dead I'm sure because if feels no pain, no anger or happiness, nothing new
It's been there for so long you see, I just don't know what to do