Now there are many voices
Some loud
Screaming
Yelling
And some quiet
Mumbling
Whispering
I don’t know which is worse
Screaming
Or whispering
The annoying echo of whispers
Or the violent ringing of screams
I wish I had never let them out
The pick on me
Calling me names
Filling my being with anxiety
It never stops
I can’t sleep
I can’t focus
I can’t think
It never ends
Get them out!