Voices

Voices Author Dana Redricks September 14, 2014 Usually when people think of voices They never think of the silent one’s The one’s inside your head. The one’s that hunt you while you sleep. As you lie awake at night as terrible thoughts Feel your head. The worse is when they tell you lies, And the worst of that is when we Accept those lies. No one love’s me. No one care’s, and the worse becomes The worse; your mind goes in reverse. We rehearse those terrible words over, And over again until we have convinced ourselves They’re true, but we never stop to think to whom Voice we’re listening to. Who is the author of lies? Whose job is it to defile? Whom have hated you since you we’re a child? It is him the deceiver of the world we’ve grown To accept his lies, and the truth we despised.