Whispers

Time moves on,
The day gets ever nearer,
Pushing forwards, unrelenting,
I can't prevent it,
I can feel it surrounding me,
The harsh undertones of truth in the air,
The violent whispers,
The voices reminding me,
That I'm about to be found out,
Caught out,
Shown up as a fake.
I don't want them to know.
I picture myself clinging on,
refusing to go.
Clinging on, never letting go.
Not letting them get me,
Knowing I should,
But paralysed by the whispers,
By the darkness,
By my chains.