Couches and chairs around the room,
All of them full to talk of impending doom.
No peaceful conversations today,
Instead its a ten women melee.
Each of them scream and shout
And all I want to do is get the hell out.
Everything turns into a huge debate,
No decisions will get made at this rate.
Voices, voices everywhere.
I think I'll just go sit over there.
Shouting and screaming galore.
Wait, did someone just call me a whore?
I fight to make them shut up.
A few of them finally give up.
Now the nagging starts,
Coming from different parts.
Eyes turn to me, looking suspicious.
Her voice and words very malicious.
It's just my inner twin sister and me
Who battle this woman full of hateful glee.
Full of anger, my dark sister's voice
Threatens to hang her or she can leave by choice.
That's the end of this battle.
No decision could be made above the prattle.
These damn voices inside my head,
Oh how I wish they were dead.