11pm, getting kinda tired.
Head to bed, just as desired.
"Did you check the door?"
asks voice number 4.
"3 times," I respond,
"all my worries about it are gone."
Then pipes up voice number 3:
"Can you check one more time for me?"
"It's time for bed,"
I say to the words in my head,
"All of you just be quiet."
"What time is it?"
That would be voice number one.
"You should stay up and have some fun."
So I listen and give in,
and spend 3 hours playing Sims.
"Look what you did!"
It's Angry Man blowing his lid.
"Now you've missed your meds
and you'll never get to bed."
I know he's right but I want to ignore,
I know he's just a voice and nothing more.
All of them are, all 5 to be exact.
Like pests or an illness I constantly contract,
they all have a personality
and only a few speak politely.
Little Girl's a sweet little thing,
just about 6 years old and always dreaming.
She's scared of Angry Man,
a mean brute with a happiness ban.
He tells me my failures daily and hourly,
and constantly makes me feel poorly.
Hungry Woman scolds me for eating,
reminds me of my weight while feeding.
She tells me to starve myself,
she wants me to forget about my health.
Gypsy couldn't be more opposite.
She's never sad, not even a bit.
She's always happy, always cheerful,
always excited, never fearful.
She encourages me in the best ways,
but sadly disappears on my worst days.
Then there's the one that scares me.
From him I'd give anything for the chance to be free.
He's called The Screamer, pertaining
to reasons that don't need explaining.
When I'm just a little bit frustrated
he comes out fuming in rage and hatred.
All I hear is screaming and shouting,
which causes my thoughts to get cloudy.
I get angry too, and I sound like him.
All over something stupid, I boil over the brim.
These voices keep me up at night,
they make sleeping no more than a plight.
It's 4am and I'm laying awake in the dark,
listening to the fan and the voices' remarks.
They bully me all night,
they'll bully me all day and start a fight.
Some tell me they're demons in my head,
I say it's just Psychosis and can be treated with meds.
While some pastors have obsessed,
I'd just rather not think I'm possessed.