A Voice of His Own

A Voice of his Own They stay inside his mind Direct his every move without flaw Trying to fight them, he is powerless He does what they say, he says what they tell Not even he knows who he might have been, Without them. Nobody sees what he sees. Nobody can hear what he hears. Desperation is taking its toll on him Impossible is to ignore them Mesmerizing Tantalizing They Are everything to him, but he still attempts escape In his sleep he hears their scornful whispers When he wakes it is of their painful cries The pills only hurt, and they only hurt him Agony in this padded room He shrieks and tries to shut them out It only makes them louder He can't block out what is glued inside his mind He wishes he could pray to God Too bad, he doesn't have one But how would you pray with your arms strapped down? And how can you think when you can't hear yourself?