In the Dark

Sometimes in a dark place, Voices speak to me, Each voice has its face, Voices that never let me be. They say horrible things, Things that make me want to cry, A word or two that stings, And I always ask them, why? They tell me to do stuff, Stuff I thought about but said no, I have had more than enough, So I tell them to go. Yet they stick around, Seeming to follow me, Always there to be found, I can not be free. But when I leave the dark, They seem to go away, But their words always leave a mark, But they seem to be gone for the day.