The Voices

The voice in my head accuses me and complains about my going. I am me and will be anywhere I am. The voices around me influence me in an untamable way and the coax me to the world. I slowly slip out of sanity when my day is nearing its end. I am now gone only way to find me is to visit my grave. You will not know what becomes of my body, but nether less will influence the world around you. Failing to visit me will not hurt me for I am missing from my usual spots, but instead laying peacefully in one place unknown.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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