The Voices the Voices
They won't shut up
Screaming and shouting
Banging on the walls
Distortion of vision
Clouded with racing thoughts
Blurry eyed he walks
Straight into a trap
He starts to shout
Everything the voices say
To which some are good
But others are truly insane
Hammer down inside his head
For when the voices awake
Terror fills his heart
Gnawing at any shred of hope
Though when the voices are silent
Calm waves flow gently
In the mind of whom
Is slightly crazy
Okay I have a confession to make. I am diagnosed with DID, Dissociative identity disorder. I have about 7 or 8 different personalities, or Alters if you will, and they help me write the poems that I bring you.
I hope you all enjoy our words of magical mystery.