Rusty ReflectionsSo many voices, All are mine, But none belong to me, So many voices, Saying so many different things. Some yell, Some whisper, Some tell me to do things I know I shouldnt, Some tell me to ingore the others, proclaiming to be good. They wrap around my insides, Twisting and caressing the concept that is me, They leave me distorted, They leave me clear, So many directions to go, Some laugh at my frustration, Some soothe my woes, Whether helpful or hurful I cant escape them anymore, I fear I've lost my voice, I fear I never really had one,Rusty Reflections
