Be silent, be silent you drive me mad Says my enemies to me in their mind that’s bad Be quiet, be quiet they shout and plea In their minds every day, directed at me Yet I still talk, I still move on I still continue because I grow strong I won’t quit and I won’t stop Not until their minds go POP! Until they realise it isn’t me It is their selves the silly things They focused on me so much they ache And so a spell they do create Against me, their obsession and they can’t see That the one who tortures them isn’t me more poems like this