There are no such things as monsters
not even in my head-
Every voice I hear
and everything they've said
is just
shattered in my head.
And with each new blow
they fragmented
until one became two
and two turned to four
and four turned to sixteen
and they multiply more.
People say they are broken
I would say I am, too.
The dozens of little mindless shards
are like shrapnel
flying for every hit I take.
But all these bits and pieces
are not crazy voices I hear-
They used to be just one.
MY voice, MYself, right here.
11/30/16