Un Poem 002

it seems a terrible way to live:
wanting someone to listen to
other than the voices in my head
too scared to tell them to shut it
afraid no one else
will have a thing to say

i stopped looking at my shoes for once
and raised my eyes to the stars
on a clear cold night in the woods
they were up there shining bright
as they always are

if only i raised my eyes more often
maybe the voices in my head
would stop bickering
about the nonsense i rely upon
to feel in control