Whispers

Whispers seep into my brain,
it seems as though I create a blockade,
prevent those who try to enter my head,
Whispers kept hidden for others' sake.

Thoughts and memories loom ahead,
they sneak inside, fill me with dread,
what do they want?
what is it they seek?
why is it my brain always leaks?

Don't know whether I should,
tell you or not,
don't know whether you'd listen,
or believe what I've fought.

It's a secret I keep,
for fear of your thoughts,
so they continue to whisper,
these thoughts you know not.