The Voices in My Head

Tiny little people Dancing in my head. They whisper in my ears And make me act insane. They tell me what to do and say, And even what to think. These little people complete me. They are my missing link. Tiny little fairies Draw maps in grainy sand Of where we'll go someday. Of some mystical magic land. Tiny little children Cry for my lost soul. Because I am a diamond Hidden under coal. Tiny little creatures Believe in my success. They don't care how I look Or even how I dress. Because these little people Who twist and tumble and roll They're the most important part of me. They are my heart, my mind, my soul.