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 angelβs voice