Some might say you’re on your own
But I have never really felt that way
Even when I am by myself
I am never really alone.
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There’s a guy who lives inside my mind
Little Johnny is his name
He’s been around for many years
Full of advice, I always find.
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He first appeared when I was a kid
Some say he is my inner child
Comes and goes at his call
But he always knows what I did.
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Never scared to tell me ne what for
Sometimes he gives me the shits
But sometimes he’s right and helps me out
He is very hard to ignore.
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So, I have just resigned myself
That he is here is here to stay
So, I am never really alone
Even when I am by myself.
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Till next time,
Calvin
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Calvin London
I write fiction, non-fiction and poetry about all things weird and wonderful, past and present. Life is full of different things to spark your imagination. All you have to do is embrace it - join me on my journey.
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Comments (2)
Marie is right, we all have someone inside us, just with a different name. Loved your poem!
I think we all have a little Johnny is my friend too. Maybe just a different name. Loving this one ♦️♦️♦️