I Am Mute

These voices in my head
want out but social rules
dictate to me to stay silent.
My reason and my creativity
are clashing and I want to sing?
but this human conduct I am
programmed with tells me NO.
past and present are conversing
speaking of an intersection
they are going fast to fast, wait
come back...
muse is whispering in my ear
and yet I am listening to silence
I still hear these voices blending,
bending, roaring at times
and yet I am mute.
these voices in my head,
the emotions that are clashing
the past and the present
the possibilities of the future.
The everlasting shadow of
death and destruction
always whispering
the instructions that they
scream slowly entering my
bloodstream bringing it to a boil.
These thoughts I have of life
and judgement day,
screaming but mute.
All these voices in my head, which one is me?
I am mute in their world.
and they are mute in mine.
Am I scared?
Is it society?
Why me?
Why now?
Why these questions?
Because they are all my voices.
The good and the bad they are me.