Only Bits and Pieces Make it Through

They call me sometimes 

When I'm Sleeping

They Tell me Their Thruths and Their Secrets

I can't be certaim

They all Shout at once

and I see them all for a split second

I dont know what they want 

I want to help

But the idea scares me

I don't know who they are

and I'm afraid they might tempt me

I can't open my eyes

The feeling is terrifying

They Haven't hurt me

But I'm afraid they might try

I want to help them

But I dont know if I should

and if I should I don't know how

So now I listen

Only bits and pieces make it through

They have different faces

and they all want to be heard

who are they?

of this I am not sure.