Voices ripple through my memories,

each coated in different tones,

the guilty ones using self defence as their roughly coated exteriors,

the angry ones with the fake monotone echoes,

the caring ones with honey spilling from their crooked smiles,

the broken ones engulfed in their deafening laughter,

the evil ones shape shifted in alluring and trusting tones that swallow your secrets,

With these voices, I am consumed in the shields of my feelings, guarding myself of each word that spills from their tongues.