Voices

I wrote this after reading another poem.

The voices cry out to me

Telling me their woes

Yelling their hatred

And giving me their broken dreams

But I can't help them when I can't help myself

The voices cry out to me

Telling me to jump

Yelling my problems back at my face

And showing my fears in my eyes

But they don't stop there

The voices cry out to me

Telling me to stop

Yelling that it's not that bad

And then stabbing me in the back

But they won't leave

I believe the voices 

Every word they say

Though some may say I'm crazy

Or some may say I'm mad

I know the voices are real

For I know them each by name

Author's Note

Please tell me what you think

Reviews

[Lyana]

Lovely, lovely piece of work here. Only a few spelling corrections here.
Lines 2 and 4: "their" instead of "there"
Line 13: "it's" instead of "its"

Also, I believe that if you used punctuation to your advantage in your poems, the rhythm would flow more.

[Sarah W. French]

Thanks. And I have been using punctuation more...these were some of my first attempts at poetry

[Lyana]

First? It's awesome!

[Sarah W. French]

...wow this was the 9th poem I posted on here. (for some reason I thought it was the forth)

[Sarah]

It is very interesting but really grabbing. well done.
XD

[Buzz_Reynolds]

great poem! very interesting and fun to read!

[M.E.Lyle]

Wow, great interspective. I've discovered in life that the voices calling are not so wise as they might appear. How can they solve your delema when they can barely handle their own. They don't know, or truely understand the circumstances of the situation. The only voice I can really trust is my own, and sometimes I'm not too sure about that. I think this might fall under the philosophy of "Physician heal thyself."