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.