Show me the way to the next whiskey bar

I am the center of the world. So said the voices in my head.
They speak to me, tell me the ways of the world, they're my closest friends.

Does everyone hear them? Do you? Are they as convincing as mine, so convincing that their word is gospel, so much so that you defy common sense.

When I confront them, they hide away.. and then reappear as hinted whispers first, just to let me know that they're still there.

Their confidence shattering my peace of mind. Enjoying the revolting display of helplessness that I portray.

I will fight them as I sleep. The music helps shuts them out, though Jim Morrison is probably not the best replacement.

Is this the way its going to play out.