Voices - A Poem
The biggest fear I ever face is in my head,
The darkest clouds are there.
Life is a wealth of merry, systematic sounds of imploring voices.
The day can be a good day.
But yet inside my crafty consciousness there are the little men on my shoulder,
The fairytale villains that tell me all sorts of things.
They are my own voice, I think, but a terrible sad version,
That nobody can see.
They accuse me of things I know I didn’t do,
That Love, real Love won’t come to me.
That I’m battling wars that will never be won;
And that scars will make me unlovable.
In the light of a good day I shirk them,
I know my power and strength.
But the bad days in my head, come soon and are true to me then.
But you shouldn’t struggle, it shouldn’t be hard,
The gnawing repeating, dismissive thoughts shouldn’t be there for you...
But they are there too.
And so the cycle remains.
I cannot help but listen even if I know them to be subversive liars.
In myself, there’s scared children,
That prefer their chorus
Than the truth.
I know the world is in dire straits,
So why can I not ignore my abusive mates.