What is the voice in your head?
Is it your conscience?
Is it you?
Is it God?
Can you trust your senses?
Can you trust your heart when your head fails?
Can you trust yourself?
There is no rythym to this poem. I am certaintly not saying that poetry must rhyme but it should have some sort of flow to it. This is a very cutting piece with no energy whatsoever. The ideas have potential but the poem should be scrapped.