The Broken Angels Wings
I hear the voices in my mind.
Their Yelling and screaming all the time.
Do this and do that they say.
It Becomes a very confusing day.
I need someone to listen to me speak.
Even when my thoughts are rather bleak.
The voices get louder as time passes.
They Grow into Huge masses.
'Your not good enough.' One says so loud I can hear.