shit my brain spewed out

It Sounds Sad, but I'm Only Passive Agressive About It (poem)

I hear it.
I hear it a whole lot.
That little creeping voice telling me I'm worthless
an annoyance
stupid
unwanted.
And sometimes I listen.
Those are the worst of times.
But the voice can't hurt me.
It's just a voice for now.
Just something in my head is what they tell me.
But the voice tells me it's lies are real.
And I don't know what to believe.
So I live in a constant state of questioning,
worrying,
fearing,
medicating.
Relief.
Repeat.
It keeps me up at night more than I'd like to admit.
But I still smile, so I can't have it that bad right?
Right.
The voice is just an annoyance.
And it needs to fuck off.