The Voices

A thousand little voices screeching in my head

Jostling with each other to be the first heard

Angry and happy, sweet and snapping

Melodious screams, all overlapping

The stronger ones come to the fore

And claim my tongue, as their own

Oh you think I put them there?

These little voices that trill and tear?

Believe me, it be true, I can only watch

Helpless, they come out as I talk

Sometimes I don't want one but the other

Alas, the ones I need somehow disappear

What choice have I then but to succumb

Yet wish upon wish were I dumb

'Cause even when I hear them uttered

All I want is keep them shuttered.