My Voices Are Dreams. And More.

Sometimes I think
Everything good in my life
Comes from other people
And I own the rest, the misery

No, that can't be
Because...

The voices in my head which
Got me good
For so many years of my life
Are
Dreams that became real
In my brain

I always desired to be somebody
So my voices made it reality
I wanted to be in love
So people I wanted wanted me
I wanted to be important
And the military was at my beck and call
Due to the awful, ludicrous, fascinating auditory halluciations
I own

I've never had the urge to tell other people
How to live their lives
Only to tell my story
And have it last forever
That means
These voices
In my head
Now I see
Are my gift