Virgil's veiw of things

voices

Voices.

I hear them

Bouncing off of the walls

And back to me

Back into my head

So they can create a storm inside of my mind

Their name calling and mocking stick

So eventually I won't have anything in my head other than the cruel things people have said

I wish they would stop

I wish they would become unstuck

I wish they would leave me alone

I wish they had something better to do then torment me

People tell me to get over it

But it's all I can hear

So it's awfully difficult to just get over it

The voices learned to control what I see

Everywhere I went

People were staring

And giving dirty looks

Like I had done something wrong

When I haven't seen them before in my pathetic life

The voices were honest

They would tell me what they think of me

Always terrible things

Things so terrible I couldn't bare to get them onto paper because of how much it hurts

Because then people will definitely see those things in me

And I know it's true

Voices are cruel

Voices are loud

Voices are constant

Voices are bullies

Voices are the ones who point out what I don't see at first

Voices.