Voices.
Shouting.
Whispering.
Coaxing.
Always voices.
They say one thing.
Then say another.
One the Devil.
The other my Mother.
Voices.
Nesting in my head.
They want control.
They want me dead.
I don't like my voices.
They don't me.
One day they'll whisper
Goodbye.
One day I'll be free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And youll flee to the states to visit your good friend melissa. LOL Love the poem deep passion. Love, Melissa