Voices
Standing on the curb... talking
No one there. ..walking
Looks right thru you when he speaks
Answers questions no one seeks
He's told they aren't really there
About that he doesn't even care
To him they couldn't be more real
Thats why it's always such a big deal
No one wants him around
Don't want to hear his sound
When he screams at the air
There's never anybody there
Wish they'd just go away
Somewhere far, far away
He hears them speak and even sees their faces
They follow along even when he goes places
Doesn't understand why no one else sees
The more he hears the less he believes
Copyright © Scott Williams | Year Posted 2015
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