Whispers

This poem is about madness, and the voices in the dark recesses of your mind. Not the crazy voices, the other ones...

The whispers. Where
Do they come from?
Why do I hear them? What
Are they trying to tell me?
Should I listen?
Or should I
Ignore?

I choose to
Ignore. But
They persist.
They
Continue. They force me
To listen. So
I
Surrender.

I listen now. And
They
Talk. To me? Why!?
It frustrates
Me.