At times when I was a child
They all thought I was a little wild
My mother thought I touched evil
To me this was unbelievable
I heard the voices in my head
Sometimes they were from the dead
Clearly they were speaking to me
Showing me what they wanted me to see
I tried to run and hide
Not understanding they were on my side
Crying myself to sleep
Hoping not to hear the floor creep
My door never to open wide
With no sight of something on the other side
So often I was misunderstood
I walked beneath my own hood
Covering my true self
Only to lose my good health
Withering I cowered in the dark
My human steps lost the spark
Thank goodness the voices never stopped
My tears they forever mopped
Somewhere in my mind clouded mind
I was shown I was one of a kind
Now when the voices in my head speak
People lay their hand upon my cheek
In earnest they listen to the words
Now people know I am not absurd
I have proven to them the other side
I am not taking them on a ride
They now have the choice
To listen to their angel’s voice