Echo Poem by Blaire White

My head is an echo
Everything said is repeated
Words that have come out to be heard are taken back in to be pleaded
Repeatedly
Over and over and over again
So when you say "your boring"
Sometimes all i hear is "why do you keep messing up"
You see you fill something horrible deep within me you see you fill the hole
Yes Im awful
God I know
But just come over here
Let me see if i want to keep you
Let my eyes and ears decide
And not this disgusting melody playing in my head
And i dont know what to do
God help what is this dread?