My friends, the voices in my head.

"The Voices"

The voices in my hair
Always leave me with despair.
Where'd they come from?
Why're they here?
They stay brief
Then disappear

The first voice was a fry;
High and squeaky like a fly.
Does he need me?
Is he scared?
Nah, call him back
I wouldn't dare.

The second was a man;
A voice so firm, like big, strong hands.
Why's he calling?
Do I know him?
Perhaps I'm needed
On his whim.

The third voice was evil;
Quite a personality upheaval.
What does it want?
What can this mean?
A demon's paging me;
His soul unclean.

These three friends I have
Caused me wounds that needed a salve.
They haunt my days
And sleepless nights,
Sometimes after
I have huge fights.
These voices I hear
Are driving me mad,
But maybe their company
Is not quite so bad.

3/20/2012