They will not be ignored.
They linger in the fog of doubt,
Taunting my fears and uncertainty.
They will not be silenced.
They slice, like a blade
In my mind.
I feel them
Behind my eyes:
Laughter hot as my tears;
Derision bitter as the bile on my tongue.
They sing to me sometimes at night:
Behind my eyes.
Just daring me to cut them out…