I hold my hands to my ears tight, trying to shut out the voices but there are too many for my like. My ears, they bleed, the words are sharper than the knives. The voices are unduly familiar. They come when no one is around. They come at night when the darkness surrounds. "Go away!" I scream while my heart beats to survive. "You're wrong!" I cry. All of the truths, I deny:  'Yes. All they do is lie'. They laugh, they scorn. No. This is not why I was born. My walls they shatter. Inside my mind they enter: 'Why do you complain, when it is you, who must be blamed?' I shake my head ignoring the hate, but deep down... I agree to what they say. "Set me free", I plead. My eyes, all they make them do is weep. All I want is the war to cease, or will it forever remain my wishful thinking for peace?