Voices Poem by Serena Silenced

I hear them, are they hidden within the walls?
Sometimes I can sense them watching.
Are they monitoring my calls?

I hear car doors shutting; the creaking of the screen door.
But when I go to investigate-
No one is there; same as a dozen times before.

Last night I heard it all over again
The twisting of the doorknob
Is someone trying to break in?

Trying to block it out, I know this isn’t really real.
I’m curling in and hugging myself-
But it keeps on spinning- that wheel.

I’m afraid to call the police; They seem to be keeping score.
They are getting belligerent.
They like to remind me how many times they have been here before.

I am having difficulty coping at work.
They are laughing at me.
On each of their faces- a smirk.

I’m trying to work but they keep on piping in.
I think I’m in trouble.
But I don’t want to take those pills again

I know I am slipping; I’ve been in this place before.
It is like having two minds fighting.
Like fighting an internal civil war.

All day long the dog has been barking outside.
My “Dr. Jekyll” has gone away.
In his place is “Mr. Hyde“.

Outside is Mrs. Jones, she is watering her lawn.
She is in no way aware-
She is about to be preyed upon.

Mrs. Jones has a tendency to come over and converse.
I think I will offer her a drink
While I plan something perverse.

I have no way to know where this madness will go.
My Id has taken control
Where these voices lead I will follow.