People tell you they hear voices

People tell you they hear voices, 

Telling them what to do.

Clear instructions of murder and messages,

Only visible to you. 

I have never heard a voice. 

No clear message from above. 

I have heard scrambled noises, 

Random jibberish, withdrawn of love. 

They don't tell me to do anything, 

They just don't want me to...life. 

Distraction, misdirection,

An age old inner strife.

I talk to myself also, 

Does that make me mad?

I have very few friends just to top it of, 

Maybe I'm just sad?

Tell me honestly, before I loose it, 

How can I be seen as sane. 

When a entire world of garbled nonsense, 

Lives alight in my brain.