Quiet

Quiet is when the voices become louder

They long for me to notice their existence

Whispers turn to screams

As I pray for them to stop

But they still rampage

Then I wish for the quiet to turn to noise

The music blasts

And the voices fade

But they still faintly linger

Criticizing me.

'Your not good enough'

Their sinister voices hiss in my mind

They slither into the crevices

But are still there

And I cannot make them go away