The voices.

" They're here again mommy."
she whispers yet again
" The shadows are following me.
They are starting to call me friend."

" They are reaching  for me mommy!"
She screams yet again
" I cant move, I cant run,
they are torturing me from within."

The voices continue to follow me
altering my reality
morphing things into torturous images
Things im used to, my normality.

Imagine sitting in class one day
writing down notes from the board
Then you feel a constricting feeling, your breath catches in your throat
You can only whisper " Oh lord."

You stand up trying to run
You have acquired everyone's attention
You scream "no!"
escaping your mind is your only intention

The walls are closing in
now you cant breath
everyone else in class is fine
you just want to leave

The class begins laughing
as you tremble in fear.
your mind is playing tricks on you
you whisper " I have to get out of here"

You sprint out of the classroom
running down a narrowing hallway
you hear the voices laughing
you scream " Get away!"

This is a normal day for me. My therapist says im special. How could that be? I am haunted by things
everyone else cant see.  I guess what I am haunted by is uncertainty.  My reality is a scary
fabrication of yours. The monsters and demons you hide from at night always find a way to me.
Lurking in the shadows of my room, even knocking on my door. Your greatest fears live inside my head.
Torturing me. I think i deserve a thank you, because without me....Who knows? They could be roaming free.