By Yahya Ayman
Thoughts spill from my head
My heart pumps them, non-stop
Into my mind
They do me no good
And give me no pride
But that's me, what can I do?
My thoughts are carved onto my face
And every move and sound I make
So here I write this in utter silence
With my thoughts
But they can't stay quiet
They are my lifelong friends
We argue and fight all the time
We're in a prison and no one can escape
But that's us, what can we do?