My Voices Poem by Tyrone Wingfield

All the voices in my head
Constantly screaming to be let free
You dont want to know what they have said
But trust that a moment of silence ever existed for me

Sometimes I lose control
And the real demons come out to play
I wonder if its possible to have more than on soul
Cause they are not like me in any way

Trying to deal with the constant chaos
That Im told only exist in my mind
They repeatedly remind me that I am not their boss
And my control is not designed

They constantly command me to kill
And follow their dark path
Sometimes they break my will
And Im the one left to deal with the aftermath

I Think one day Ill let them out
And watch all of the hell the cause
While the rest of humanity cries and shouts
The torment will never slow or pause

I think Id enjoy the view of their hell
In the back of my head, in a quiet cell