Many do not know
About the thing that creeps
It follows me where ever I go
Through all the cracks, it seeps
Tells me things I hate to hear
Through my heart like a spear
A part of me, I can not see
Every day it bullies me
In my head
The whispers are said
Just words no voice
Not said by me
I don't have a choice
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