I hear voices

I hear voices

Inside of my head

I hear voices

And they talk to me

I hear voices

And they tell me things

They tell me I’m dysfunctional

And it’s not a function

Of whether they are constructs

Of my imagination, they construct

An image of me that I know

Is wrong. Or do I really know.

I mean, I hear voices.

And sometimes I shut them out

But sometimes they become so loud

That I can’t even hear myself speak.

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