I hear them at night,
In my dreams.
And when I wake up,
They're still there.
They fight each other,
Stumble, fall,
And another takes its place.
The swirling faces
Imprint themselves in my brain
And I can never,
Ever forget what I am.
And who I claim to be.
A ruler?
No, that's just a facade.
A witch?
No, though some would believe that.
Abomination?
Perhaps, I am starting to believe.
What am I then,
If I am not any of those things?
I am a scared young girl,
Just trying to fight the voices,
Who are determined,
To take me over,
And consume me.