Chaos

Sometimes I hear voices in my head,

They are loud and clear,

Asking me to become someone better,

And I look into the mirror,

Only to find a different girl altogether.

Sometimes I hear cries in my head,

Like some 5 year old me begging for help,

Asking me to help her,

And I look at my scars,

Only to find them disappearing somehow.

Sometimes I hear laughter in my head,

They are surely some devil's incarnation,

Asking me to run away,

And I look towards the sky,

Only to find myself flying with wings on the clouds.

Voices, cries and laughs,

All are a part of life,

But those that make chaos inside,

Make me a completely different being on this planet.