The Victim Poem by TheNameless Poet

There are voices everywhere. Here. There. Everywhere
They whisper from all around,
From the walls, the roof, rising from the ground.
In my ear they whisper their taunt,
'till all I can hear is their taunt.
They get inside my head, mixing with my thoughts
I thought I could escape their taunts.
I thought I could run.
I run and run and run. Never getting anywhere
So I hide.
I hide behind a false reason.
I hide behind the screen.
The screen, the reason I am taunted day and night
I cant sleep,
I cant eat,
Because my reflection denies the image of perfection
My imagination runs wild, as my feet can run no more.
And the shattered remains of my mirrored imperfections,
lie on my bedroom floor