Poems and Short Stories

The Voices

I can hear them when they talk
I can tell when they stalk
They always go quiet
Almost like they're planning a riot

They tell me what they're thinking
I try to help myself with the drinking
They try to control me
They will not let me be

They're driving me insane
They're causing pain
They made me do things
I can constantly hear rings

They are going to make me snap
I'm tired of this crap
They started to get louder
All of my friends say I must be on some powder

They never shut up now
They're making my conscience bow
They have taken me over
My life feels like a crossover

I have finally hit my limit
I finally did it
I did what they wanted
My head must be haunted

They want me to do more
They started to keep score
They dont let me make my own choices
I cant stand these voices