What are these those and this?

These voices that I hear behind my ear, those words they say don't come in clear, but when I look they disappear.

Those eyes I feel that that cause a scare because I know there's no one there.

This feeling is really strange and it's making me go deranged.

These friends of mine are oh so loyal even though they make my blood boil. I know they'll always have my back and that's why we travel in a pack.

        What's this feeling that I have of betrayal and all the truth will unveil. I know it's nothing too appealing, but these voices I hear are steady drilling. Those eyes I feel want to kill me, instead of pick me up and try to heal me.

This showed me these and these showed me those, and when I put them together, that is when I rose. 

Trust no one and that's a must or they'll turn you into dust.

By: LaRon Curtis