Sometimes they whisper
Sometimes they shout
Sometimes they're mute
Sometimes they're loud.
It's quite a debate
Banging in my skull
Maybe that explains
Why my actual words are null
I choose to speak
Only to the others
The ones who occasionally listen
Not even my mother
It's not that I love them
It's quite the opposite in fact
But they're always there
And they always speak back
They are not beautiful
Neither am I
And so when they speak
It's nearly never a lie.
Sometimes I listen
Other times I obey
Basically they control me
And everything I say.
------
A/N: Keep breathing, keep writing, and most importantly, keep reading. Bye bros. :)
