Voices Poem by Brenda Harper

I am scared
They are back
The voices so clear
As a matter of fact
They laugh at my despair
I hear their laughter everywhere
I try to run
But my legs will not move
I try to hide but they see me from inside
Their in my soul
Reaching out at me
Tearing me down
Ripping my heart all around
Slowly eating my soul
I cry with fear
Please I beg
Do not let them in here
Why I ask
Do they search out me?
Do they own my soul?
Am I not free?
Will the voices ever let me be?