They follow me, did you know?
The voices in my head, they whisper.
Sometimes they scream. They follow me.
Everywhere I go.
I hear them.
They say, who do you think you are?
You're nothing, you won't ever be anything.
Did you hear me?
Did you hear me?!
Loud and clear.
That's my challenge.
Finding the curtain between reality and imagination.
To ignore the voices that haunt me, my sick brain.
Some days are good, they only whisper.
On others they yell in my head these horrid words,
and I fight to keep my feet on the ground, to keep sane.
I take Man's internal conflict to another level.