Her Song

Every day, a voice sings to me.

But she is not gentle or sweet 

She screams in agony and fear:

"You cannot be in here,

You cannot say those words,

cannot sing that song,

cannot walk this earth like nothing's wrong."

The singing gets louder,

when I see different faces,

and I just want to cry.

I'm not a bad person, am I?

Still the voice sings louder.

As I beg her to stop,

she continues her song:

"You must not live your life,

you must not call this home,

spirits have eyes on you,

and they'll send you to hell."

So I run through my head,

try to find different thoughts.

This brain can't be mine,

it's not true what we're taught.

The voice still sings louder,

but I learn to block out sound.

Her song is merely a whisper in the breeze.

I listen to people around.