Voices Poem by Saint Cynosure

They tell me run,
they tell me hide,
they say so many things.
They talk about those all around,
in a crisp and clear audible sound.
They have no face so I cant say,
from where in the room they come.
But I can hear them talk and sing,
and I can tell theres more than one.
They keep my brain a fuzzy mess,
and no one knows I must confess.
Some times they seem to know my thoughts,
so secrets I do dread.
They always seem to talk at once,
at night while in the bed.
It's so hard for me to go to sleep.
with these voices in my head.