Voices

Discontent, Dissatisfied,

I’m not in the moment

I stay in denial.

Their vision doesn't match

The thoughts in their head

What they see, they don’t approve.

Voices. They command me.

They’re all around,

They tell me just what I’d need

To be the perfect me.

The perfect me, as they envision.

For a while I listen, on and on.

I earnestly believe.

But they never seem to stop.

And perfection keeps eluding me.

My ears hurt now.

I’m tired listening.

Voices, they’re so shrill.

They’re so loud.

They drown my own.

I search inside.

For my own voice.

A faint whisper.

That was all I needed to hear.

Now the voices tell me not to,

But nevertheless, I do.