Voice Of Chaos

There's a voice of chaos commenting, I cannot hear,
A lie that it's in my head, and that I am full of fear,

Would seem to be my secret, appear I keep to myself,
Then give people a reason, to put me on a shelf,

To have me be in a category, as a mental defect,
Making it look real, with physical neglect,

Giving me words to select, only during conversation,
Was fooled that they were my thoughts, then to cause devastation,

My mouth was used to lie, I was connected to the rest,
It's sad but true, nobody gave me a test,

A mouth in peoples heads, only giving offense,
A lie that I am connected, I am without defense,

I have awakened to the facts, to finally be known,
A lucky guess that it was, my awareness has grown,

I wish to be granted freedom, with everything transparent,
With all fools to be aware, and the truth is apparent,

From Lester Fitzpatrick's track, the clue and title was shown,
It then gave me the idea, to write this poem.