Y’all
Think you know more
And I hate listening
To you talk
I can feel
My pre-conditioned mind
Turning into docile mush
Because of the deep
Timber
In your voice
And hate myself for it
You take me to the dark place
Where I was trapped and had no sight
On my dreams
So I avoid you
To make sure
I am following
My own voice
Until I am strong enough
To never go back
To the dark place