The Voices

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There are voices in my head

Telling me things

Telling me things that

Are not true

Screaming in my ear

Yet it is just a whisper

Do this

Do that

They say

They don't care

They won't care

It's hard to not listen

To not believe

I know it's not true

But listening to all of these voices

It makes you think otherwise

You start to believe the the things they say

You start to question what is real

And what's not

Your mind goes into a downhill spiral

Your perception of reality becomes hazy

It becomes twisted

No longer able to tell what's real

Your mind starts to become "their" mind

It's no longer a safe space for you

It becomes a war zone

A place where your thoughts

Are locked in prison cells

And the guards are the voices

Only letting threw the things they deem

"Are good"

You lose more and more of yourself

Till there just isn't anything left

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