Posted by Ann Lee on Thursday, November 10, 2016


“Hate them, all of them,”
they whisper;
I only see red,
they fuel my anger.

“Why her, not you?”
they whisper;
As envy swallows me,
thinking I’m better.

“You want that, get that,”
they whisper;
This growing desire,
I want to stand at the center.

“Sleep, sleep,”
they whisper,
As I try to stay awake,
Keeping away the voices of these monsters.