the voices of enslavement

I am not deaf. Just hard of hearing. You do not understand. There are things affecting the voices I hear from this world. There are these voices in my head. Speaking to me every minute of the day. Harassing my mind endlessly. They speak to me. They say strange things that I find hard to comprehend. I hear the same phrases over and over again. But they make no sense. It is beyond me and my capabilities to manipulate this terrible phenomenon. For it is within me, no doubt harvesting on my own abilities and turning them on me. I am victimized by these unseen forces. I am tired. I cannot hold them back much longer.