I see two sitting children, and they appear to be worried about something unknown, but not in a cheerful tune.
poem.
My mind is a place of many words; silence is rare there; it has multiple mouths; it contains the best and worst advice; even in a crowd, I feel alone in my mind, but I still hear multiple voices there; my closest friend is my mind; he is good and bad; he is an angel who is saving me; he is a demon I am fighting.
