My voices are bothering me.

I'm trying to ignore them.

They are calling me stupid, telling me to shut up.

Judging my work, they are judgemental, uncultured swine.

They are cruel, annoying, grating voices.

They are young and foolish.

They are trying to push me to talk about the past.

the past is gone and buried. It doesn't matter.

They think that digging it up will be the ending I require.

I refuse.

I keep hearing "it's true!"

which makes me think that they've just been told something.

Which has been proved in their mind by something I've said or done.

And I instantly want to take it back.

To have that secret untold.

I don't know what it is.

But it's none of their business.

Now they are talking about my book again.