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the city

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by -aesthete-

by -aesthete-

                                    
                                              I live 
with people in my head.
Voices demanding
for me to hear what they've said
                          Vicious,
she is the woman I fear.
Her voice is like nails upon a chalkboard,
no amount of screaming can silence her.
                          Taunting,
she grows nearer.
Constant reminders,
of what I'll never be.

                          Whispering,
quiet, so no one hears.
She tells me every single thing she hates about me,
and let me tell you, there are many.
                          One I recognize,
my own voice telling me
that I'm messed up I'm not okay,
that I will never be okay.
                          The voice of my mother,
over and over again.
Stop calling it an illness, 
its a state of mind.
                          Someone I know, 
making jokes about self harm.
Unknowingly triggering me,
through what she has mocked.