A writers Jurnal

Poem: Voices

Voices are always talking.
in sleep or wake.
always saying,

'your beautiful the way you are'
'Your so ugly! put on something to cover your self!'
'Omg! are you wearing makeup, what a slut!'

sometimes voice break you to the point you take knife to yourself.
or...
you become the voices to others.

breaking, crumbling.
voices will never go away, as long as humans have emotions.
suck it up buttercup.
I'll leave you to voices.
but maybe you can find me? I am your voice after all.