Voices

whispering softly their words do tread into my mind with haste and threat slowing engulfing all of me and loosing all of my sanity steadily they contemplate just how how to eliminate the faith i will to them forsake It is as if i am on a string a controlled and puppeted form of me No decisions are of my own accord For my voice they do ignore one by one they state their claim bickering inside my brain the first of them is rational she forsees which way the cards will fall cautious she is with her approach Propper living she does coach To the second of them she is much diverse she is evil as she is cursed She does one thing persistently is proving her lunacy she alterse decieves with her trickery acting as a evil tyrant she forces me to be compliant Number three she isnt here she wont be seen, nor will entertain she had some place to be where is your reality?