Voices

• Isabel Weng, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2015

Mutterings, whisperings, and screaming too
Wheezing, gripping, clinging on tight
Heavy and hoarse, what is that sound?
They bounce off the walls inside my head,
the taunting and laughter tumble around.
Expectations heavy and waiting now,
what are these things? My forehead throbs.
There are so many, they roam this world.
I look at the mirror, gaunt eyes smirk back.
My vision is blurry, eyes swollen and weary.
So many sounds, which one is right?
But out of them all,
One sound surely lacks-mine.