I swear I hear these voices.
They point all of my flaws,
Every single minute.
I hear people telling me
That I am not good enough,
That I am weird,
That something's wrong with me.
Sometimes,
Those voices are so loud,
That panic attacks occur
And reassure me that I'm not "normal".
I keep hearing what people think,
And I keep beating myself
Over opinions that I know aren't real.
They say it's all in my head,
So why does it feel so real?
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Self-Destruction
PoetryFake a smile, No one knows you're broken. Fake a smile, it's easier than trying to explain why you're sad. Fake a smile, lie and say you're fine, it's easier then trying to explain why you do what you do. Quotes, Stories, Entries and Poems about wh...
