Anthology of Random Thoughts

You.

Do you hear them calling to you?

Do you recognize the voice?

Yes, I am speaking of you.

You, what do you mean you?

You mean, you think it is someone else's voice?

You're right. She will mislead you.

He will tell you white lies.

They will hold you close to control you.

Your actions, their words, their voice,

Internalized.

When does he stop? When does she stop?

When do their words become indistinguishable?

She tries to push you, he tries to lead you,

They were wrong in their approach.

Their voice, mixed, mashed, jumbled

All together, until, until, until what you say?

Is that voice their voice?

Or is that your voice?

The self-critic, the self-doubt, the feelings

Of suffocation, and the death of yourself.

Can you not recognize the one who hurts

You the most?

It is them, yes. That is undoubtedly true.

But the one who does the most damage

Is you.

You, who doesn't like you.

You, who thinks like they must conform.

You, who wants to be free but can't break free.

You, who regrets being you.

You, who doesn't know their own strength.

You, who only finds weakness in yourself.

You, who wants only to be saved.

You, who wants to be heard.

You, who hears nobody else but your own doubt.

You, who can't share your pain.

You, who thinks your own pain isn't worthwhile.

You, who is stuck in your own thoughts.

You, are me.

And I, am you.

We, together, are stronger.

We, together, are also unique.

We, together, are damaged.

We, together, need help.

We, together, need love.

We, together, need each other.

That means that we,

Must help each other.

You are not unique to your pain, as I am not unique to mine.

We are too weak by ourselves,

We are too isolated in our own minds,

But we - can be stronger together.

Hold my hand, and I will hold yours.

Let us fine fault in each other, but hold each other delicately.

We are simply, after all that, only human.