More Voices

sometimes i wish i knew

who the voices in my head belong to

the speak to me in meaningless tounges

i feel their fire fill my lungs

the riddles they speak break me inside

but no matter where i run there’s no place to hide

for one cannot hide from oneself

any more than the pills can wander off the shelf

i swallow them down and try not to cry

and wait as time slowely passes by

but i wait for nothing there is no end

to the pain inside that no one can mend

yet eventually,

once again,

i lie awake

and pick up my pen

i write these words

and wonder why

the voices inside me

allow me to fly