Whispers then echoes
I sure hope the voices don’t get louder
Muffled and soft
Louder and chanting
Yelling and mutilated
Destroying, killing, these voices are
I listen close, but listen to you as well
Who is right and who is wrong?
Who should I follow?
For now you, but the voices won’t leave and they sure wont stop.
But, there is one thing I realized.
These voices are all the same
Hateful and mean, wishing me to death
But they’re only from one person, not multiple.
One voice. Many stabs. That person?
Me. My voice and only mine.