Little Voices

The voices

In my head

They call out to

Me

They know my

Deepest secrets

Even hidden ones

Located in the furthest depths of my mind

The voices they're

Trapped

Trapped in my head

Like little minions

Yet I can't 

control them

I can only control what they

Say

For now

Or can I?

They called out to me once

Assured me that I was

Schizophrenic 

Did I make them?

Subconsciously yes

Though when they called me out on it

I felt

Impending doom

I rushed

Rushed to get a glass of water

I sat

I drank it

The voices have left

Hopefully

For good

Author's Note