poetry Thursday

They...

Rip the bandage off quickly,
they say that hurts the least.
I don’t know if I believe them,
I think they are the beast.

They they they,
I even hear them in my sleep.
Mean little voices,
taunting me from the deep.

I claw at my ears,
I hear them just the same.
They always have something to say.
I always get sucked into their game.

I know it doesn’t matter,
that I should stand up on my own,
Find my voice and use it,
on and on they drone.