Voices Poem by sin kinnee

this voice i hear
i hear it so clear
so distant yet near

this little voice
saying i have no choice

where is it coming from?
its beating like a drum
humming an evil hum

it wont seem to go away
the evil things it continues to say

whats happening to me?
this voice wont let me free

making me so afraid
pushing me around like in a parade

turning me away from my friends
trying to make my life meet its end
making me think everythings pretend

im going insane
riding on a crazy train

this little voice have fun
makes me pick up a loaded gun
and now the battle has been won

this little voice
said i had no choice