The Whisperings

Alone with myself listening to the low whisperings of the voices many arguing with me.

The world around me now quiets and begins to slowly shift down all around me.
I know then they are stepping up for me so I can go hide inside to safety.
Something has made me flee.
At times they allow me to see the madness of the euphorias of them taking over me.
Only bits and pieces is what they let me see.
Not allowed as if a child to look at what they are doing to me.
Early on I knew I was different from the others growing up with me.
This is when they first started intertwining with me.
I just want to be an only me.
This will never be, they whisper inside to me.
You are not ready for us to leave, maybe one or two we can soon let loose.
Make a little more room for you in the box we have to send you into.
We only do this, they whisper, when we have to come forward to protect you.
You wouldn't want them to find us all living in you would you?
With this said I go quite in my head back to black box in the corner of my head.
They lock the door for me while whispering a lullaby to me.

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