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