The Voices

They are screaming in anguish

From the blades that riddle my skin

I am at war with myself

A constant battle for control

Some days the silence wins

But the voices grow stronger and stronger

They drown out my voice

I am forced to be silent 

I am forced to go unheard 

I am left behind 

As the vengeful voices conquer 

This poem is about: 
Me

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