Im not a freak

I don't talk to people, because all they see is a freak. They look into my eyes and see nothing but madness. They all tell me I need help, but how can you help what you don't see? These voices in my head weren't invited. You call me a freak because of this burden I have that you don't. You call me a freak because you can't hear them, but I can. I didn't ask for the voices. I try to get them to leave. I cry every night begging them to leave. You call me a freak because you don't know. You look into my eyes and see madness, but really it's countless nights without sleep. You tell people that I'm on drugs because that's the only "logical" thing that can explain this. You call me crazy when I respond to what I think is a person calling my name. I tell my parents and they think I'm looking for attention. I tell my friends and they leave and call me a freak. I am not a freak. I am not crazy. If you could just hear them too, you would know. Maybe I'm not the one who is the freak for hearing them, maybe you are the freak for not.