There are voices in my head
They’re always there, determining the steps I take
They tell me when to get up or go to bed
When I should drown my mind of brimming expressions,
Or to think upon the day ahead of me and wake

Sometimes they call to me
Many times, I call for them
Yet I know not to agree
For these voices,
They do not sew the hem

They let out the very feelings I try to keep in
I must escape, whether right or wrong
To find the way without my newfound brethren
Leave me, forever long

I do not need you
These voices of mine
Creating faces so blue
And feelings held in brine