Everyday I here them
shouting at me,screaming loudly.
They wont go away
telling me things to do.

Scaring me into the blue,
it makes me sad.
It makes him really mad
to see me doing so very bad.

The voices are the children that
tuant me everyday.
If I do something wrong
they will make me pay.

The him that I talked about is
my grandpa that saw my birth.
He is gone now and I cry,
I miss him.

The voices have stopped alittle,
sometimes I still here them.
They dont bother me as much,
Because he gave me confidence.