I lay there, awake, listening to the voices inside my head. Arguing. Always arguing. I try to tune them out which only makes them worse.
“You’re useless…” One screams.
“No I am not!” The other whispers.
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Well, are you pretty?” The first one questions.
“No.” The others answer is hushed.
“Are you smart?”
“No.”
“Are you nice?”
“No.”
“Are you brave.”
“Yes.”
“No you aren’t. If you were brave you would be different!”
“I know…” The other one is crying now. So am I.
“Now are you useless?”
“Yes.”
“Do you even love yourself?”
“STOP!” I scream at them.
“Only you can make us stop.” The voices say in union.
“No…” I sob. They were right. They are always right.
“Why not?” They ask. I didn’t answer. They had to stop.
I must stop them.
Because I am not pretty.
I am not smart.
I am not nice.
I am not brave.
I am useless.
My heart stops beating; they stop talking.
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PoetryThis book is... different. All who read question life and its surroundings. Everyone who passes by will go on with the same mind process of how the world works as they have always had. This story-- These thoughts may make you question whats right a...
