Is there something wrong with me? People say I'm crazy. I hear voices in my head, They tell me what to do, They tell me what to say. They tell me just how to make it through the day. Sometimes I wish them gone. But without them it's kind of lonely. People say it's unholy. But I just talk to the voices. A conversation in my head, is better than the tears I'd shed. If I listened to the world outside the confines of my mind.