Book of Poems

Stop

In a dark corner in the back of mind with the lights off,

I scared little girl sits with her knees brought up to her chest and tears streaming down her face,

In her head thoughts run wild,

Everything she doesn't understand,

Everything she doesn't want to understand,

Everything she fears,

Hates,

Everything that makes her sad,

and she'll place her hands over her ears,

Block out the sound,

Shut out the world,

She'll scream for it to stop,

That she doesn't want to hear anymore,

But the voices will persist,

Shout, scream, cry, whisper,

The voices will talk to her,

Even as the tears stream down her cheeks,

Her throat dries with the screaming,

Her voice breaks with sobs,

Even still the voices persist,

Always persist.