a/n: I like this idea, but I need some help. Any suggestions?

Thanks to RavenclawDragon! I used some of their suggestions! (You get a cookie! :D)

When strangers pass me on the street,

they wonder why I smile.

I have no reason that they can see,

but they’re just in denial.

You see, I have these people

that live inside my head.

They tell me what to think and say,

and how to raise the dead.

These voices are quite funny.

They always joke around.

“Take her when she’s sleeping,” they say.

“But careful. Make no sound!”

And so, you see, I listen.

And listen, I do well.

For how else could I survive

without my voices straight from Hell?

“Sneak into her house,” they say.

“And stab her with the knife.

Make it look like another’s crime.

That’s how you’ll end her life.”

And so I do what they have said.

What else am I to do?

For if I don’t do what they ask,

they’ll try to kill me too.

When strangers pass me on the street,

they wonder why I smile.

They don’t know of my secret voices

who kill every once in a while.