Dit is m'n eerste gedicht ooit, ik zou graag willen weten wat jullie ervan vinden. Ik zou graag ook tips ontvangen van jullie wat er beter kan.
Hiding
Getting out of bed slowly,
But that’s something you can accept
Afraid to see people and that’s only,
‘Cause everything’s mixed up in your head.
People calling, they won’t get answered,
The phone keeps ringing terribly loud
And that’s the reason why you transferred,
To a quiet place where you can’t get out.
Feeling scared for all the noises,
It won’t stop before you sleep
You simply can’t stop the shouting voices,
Their swearing words just go too deep.
Finally you’re able to close your eyes,
It’s like all your worries slip away
You realize something inside you dies,
And now you’re ready for a new, great day.
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