not crazy, just isolated and lonely

Some days the voices in my head overshadow my own.
Mindless chatter rattling my nerves
sending synapses misfiring.
Left alone young,
the streets bacame my friend.
Eyes and ears to the ground
listening for forbidden footsteps.
Back alleys,
were safe havens
from drunken slaps and screaming matches.
I don't remember the day exact
when sanity lost its tug o war.
Helpless in my own dreamers pursuit,
the dreams began to fade.
Nightmares would take its place
in daylight or night life.
Hidden agendas,
took virginity and forced hands
in places never should have gone.
Smells filled flared nostrils
while internally screaming, scratching to be free.
Never ending battles with the voices led me to understand
I wasn't crazy just isolated and lonely.