These voices


These voices that surround my own
They hurt my very soul
These voices that surround my own
They are that of my own
They say let’s go out
They say there’s no point

Constant battle them and I
Worthless they say
Though they are my own
I know I am kind
Those around tell me so

Voices surround my head
But they are my own

Constant battle them and I
I say I am kind
They drag me down
So why try

Constant battle them and I
Victory shall be mine.

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