Mental Noise

"What's the matter with you lately?"
A question staring me in the face
Like my forlorn morning expression in the mirror
Marching like a prisoner to solitary
With nothing but walls and tortured voices to scream at
Tell me something to ease my troubled soul
Seems I've never truly found a cure
Just distractions to ease my symptoms
My blood is turning cold
Clenching fists inside my heart
The tortured voices now screaming louder than ever