The Voices

They demand, they scream,

They whisper, and scheme.

The voices in my head are always plotting against me.

They keep me down, I will never be free.

I am a prisoner of my own mind.

I never see them coming, they sneak up from behind.

My logic says "no", but the voices say "yes".

They push me down deep, into a pile of stress.

They demand, they scream,

They whisper, and scheme.

When I try to speak up they pin me back down.

They won't let me talk, I feel like I'll drown.

The words I long to say are lost before I even open my mouth.

It's like it's winter time, and my voice flew down south.

But the cold doesn't stop the voices in my head.

They still stay here with me, and fill my body with dread.

They demand, they scream,

They whisper, and scheme.

Sometimes it seems like all hope is lost.

Like my mind is a window. The voices are frost.

It started out small, just one bad thought that was it.

But just one was enough, the fuse had been lit.

Now they never shut up or give me a break.

They feed on my feelings, always keeping me awake.

They demand, they scream,

They whisper, and scheme.

The voices have managed to turn me into something I'm not.

"A phony, a fake" They taunt and taunt.

I'm already unable to explain the emotions I feel.

Now I can't even get a word out, they eat my sentences like a meal.

I just need some peace, just some time to gather my thoughts.

But those voices won't leave, they bound me with tight knots.

They demand, they scream,

They whisper and scheme.

I wish that these voices were just a bad dream.