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The Voices

I hear the voices when I wake up, they give me direction.

I struggle to determine reality from truth, I have no discretion

If I listen to the voices, I will hurt others or die myself

The voices get loud and I don’t think they are mine

I wish they would stop but I hear them most of the time.

Medications help and when taken, voices fade.

But when I start feeling good, the medications become a charade.

I become a burden, I’m despised and avoided.

The voices take over, my sanity is exploited.

Because of my behaviors the voices enact

People who love me flee and their support they retract.

Society judges, stigma again prevails

A Life of loneliness, isolations, ridicule prevails.

-Thomas Donovan, MA, LCMHC

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