Creeping, crawling, in my head.
Little voices calling out.
Telling me to do those things I would never do.
I obey, I don’t know why.
I just do.

I can here there laughter.
I can see there eyes.
They all tell there stories.
With all there little lies.

I know I am not normal,
I know I’m something more.
People tell me I’m ok.
But there’s shadows on the wall.

I watch the mirror late at night to see if I see “them”.
The only whisper, snicker, taunt.
I know they cannot be.

I wake up in the morning with a haze amidst my eyes.
There they lay within my sleepy sight.
Normal isn’t in my terms for there odd apparitions.
Perhaps its just a figure of my imagination.

Little time to think or do.
I must make these voices go.
Perhaps there’s something I can do.
If I listen and do what they say.

I did what they said.
Look at my now,
Sitting in this cell.
They all say I’m insane.

I’m not insane.
I promise,
I swear.

The voices still ring,
Loud in clear.
They say these pills will help.
They don’t.
They wont.

So I’ll end it all when the sun goes down,
I’ll tie the final knot.
Take that voices,
Now you see.
I’ve got control

I control me.
I hear them laughing,
Why are they?
Perhaps they don’t believe me.
They’ll see.
I’ll do it.
I am master of me.

I’m not insane I’ll prove it.
I jump of this chair you see.
Once I dangle I will glow.

The rope is tight.
I cannot breath.
My eyes flutter shut.
The voices are finally quiet.

I’ve done it.
I’m done.