Poem 26 || Voices
The voices that run though my head,
Every single night and day,
Demand to be heard,
Screaming throughout,
Drowning my mind with endless shouts
They force me to spit out words of their mouths,
Full of lout
I'm sick of this ridiculous little game,
They play,
Inside my confused head they stay
Please,
Help me now
My brain is packed with shrieks and sounds
The voices remain,
Making me insane,
My words not even out of my own brain.
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