Voices of Ghosts Past

You hear voices of yours,
I hear ones from mine.
You feel fears of your past,
I am not your ghosts.

We speak in different languages,
I hear this, you hear that,
We fight in different languages,
the words do sting in both.

I wish to be silent,
I wish to be alone,
I wish for sleep,
I wish for happiness.

You fear my wishes,
I resent our present,
For all the words misspoken,
In both interpretations.

I know my where my voices come from,
I know you are not him,
I know the girls are not me,
Do you know I am not her?

This will be clear,
Once we get that translator,
Once I sleep as much as I need,
And order is restored.