You know I hear a few voices in my head
They call me by my name
They want me dead
I should feel ashamed they said
But I didn’t listen to them
I had you as a friend
Hearing them at night I wanted to fight
I felt so sad but I was never mad
Went east, went west
I run from them like it was a test
The dreams they always followed me
And one day she came to me
The dream maker she told me its not so bad
I should feel happy instead of sad
She said the voices are just in my head
So I shouldn’t be afraid
Stopped running, I listened instead
To those many voices in my head
And to be honest some of their ideas
Were….not so bad
Great poem, I’m guessing the inspiration for it came from schizophrenia.