The sun shines in my eyes
it's glare is the only thing I see
and I can hear voices
I know people are around me
Yet they are telling me
to "look"
to "listen"
to "speak"

Those voices are getting very loud
they are staying inside my head
I can't tell what's the truth anymore
and I'm worried I'll end up dead
Yet they still tell me
to "look"
to "listen"
to "speak"

Language can be so tricky
and my lisp sometimes comes through
and I may mumble or
increase my anxiety by stuttering too
But they all still tell me
To "look"
to "listen"
to "speak"

Why can't they look and see
how blinding the sun can be!
Why can't they listen to voices
to try and break free from all the noises!
Why can't they speak
the truth even if it's bleak!

For once in our lives can we just live.