Voices
i hear voices. i hear them often. i’ve heard them
since childhood. soft persistences
shapeless. they come unexpected. hover on my sleep
pierce and distract my study
speaking in rainbow they discuss me as if i’m
the ghost. say wrong things about me. tell me
i’m different i don’t belong
i hear them. the voices. the noise of lies & analyses
threatening to follow me into life.
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