Some, Others

Who do I believe?
With so many voices,
Some telling me
      what to do,
Others telling me
    Some aren't
         really there.

But Some are so clear
      and they know
everything about me,
but still
   they 
     don't show
         their faces.

While Others are there,
and they smell horribly.
They all scream at me at once,
   telling me
      I'm hearing things.

Some tell me
   Others talk about me 
       behind my back.
And I notice
     they,
  they stare at me
          when
     they think I'm not looking.

But I see them
    and now
  I understand.
Some tell me
  "Others are evil,
Others are
         plotting against you."

Should I 
listen to some?
After all
    they know
       how important I am.
While Others
  don't seem
         to
           acknowledge my nobility.

Yet Others
   still tells me
       Some 
         aren't real.
And Some
   won't
      show themselves.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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