voices beneath the skin.

I pick up a plate
and smash it down,

shattering pieces
across the ground,
"Good therapy they say"!!

"I've smashed a whole department store ,
but seems there here to stay,

Fighting for a piece of mind
Keeping the voices at bay,

Trying to ignore them,
They have so much to say,

Realizing the hunting echoes
circulating in my head,

not those of the dead
trying to communicate,

But the very voices within
trying to escape
from depths beneath my skin,

So with my voice i send out the words
That so often keep me awake,

to control them
for some time its going to take.