April 2, 2012
By Anna Hanson BRONZE, Temecula, California
Anna Hanson BRONZE, Temecula, California
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Wake up and shut the door
I refuse to hear this voice anymore
It rises up inside of me
Not able to control what I want to be
Unsure if I will ever be-

It rages and roars all of the time
Unable to tame the constant chime
Found inside this persistent voice
Is not myself, for I have no choice
It declines to devoice-

Life itself becomes afraid
Of the horrible things the voice has said
This voice has become the enemy
This voice will become the death of me
For there is no choice, I must not be-

As night starts to arrive
I wonder if my body will survive
Throughout this voice's constant reign
The only choice for me is to refrain

Life itself begins to fade
My body's choice is made
This voice's rule will remain

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