The Voices

The voices...they speak to me
They tell me things I need to hear
Yet I don't want to listen
I want to feel free and do as I want
Without them whispering in my ear
I know what's wrong and right
I know the difference between the two
But leave me alone for once
And let me do as I want to
I'm not perfect, perfection isn't real
Its only in the eye of the beholder
And, if I don't fit your standards
I really do not care.
I feel what I think and think what I feel
I say what needs to be said
I say what should be kept silent
But I speak for the voices
Which I sometimes cannot stand
I speak for myself
And I SPEAK to make a STAND.
I write down these words
Because these words are my thoughts
My thoughts are my guidance
And my guidance is all I've got.
So the voices are speaking to me
And I'm trying to shut them out
Yet they begin to yell, they begin to shout
They begin to scream obsene things at me
And I don't know what to do.
They told me to write a poem
They told me to put down what they said
Yet I disobeyed them this time
And I, I switched up their words
I told them this is my choice
My poem, my passion, my life
I'll write what I want
They can't overpower my mind.
Now the voices are still here
But I have defeated their power
And even though I hear their scruffy voices
I will no longer fear what they say
I will no longer do as told
Because the voices are not always right
But, they aren't always wrong
They're a human inside my head
That never sleeps or leaves
So I must accept that they are here
With me, but I won't let them win
I make my own choices
And learn by my mistakes
The voices no longer have control
Over what I do and say.