Voices

Voices echo around me. 

They sound like my friends, but they say things my friends never have.

They tell me things my friends would never say...or would they?

Do all my friends hate me? Do they hang out with me out of pity? Are they really my friends?

I have heard these body-less voices for so long, but now, for the first time, I talk back.

I tell them they are wrong. That they don't know me, and they don't know my friends. I tell them to go away, and for just a brief second, they pause.

They're still there, but I've never talked back to them before. I've never made them pause. Maybe this is progress.