Voices

There are several parts of me that wishes to take control,
They talk to me when ever I am alone,
Asking to take control and show the world who we really are,
They yell and fight all day long,
I go and hide in the darkest depths of my mind to be free,
But they always seem to find me, calling out for me,
They make me say and do thing I don't want to,
They are always very angry,
Their raging voices taking over my mind,
They're slowly tearing me apart.