They're still there.
I can close my eyes all I want, but they're still there.
The voices.
They tell me I'm not good enough,
Tell me I'm worthless.
They tell me I'm not worthy,
They tell me I'm not good.
I'm self absorbed, they say.
I can run all I want,
They're still there.
The monsters that peck at my heart strings.
They're still circling above me,
Giving me paranoia,
Watching me walk slowly,
Watching me drown.
I can look away all I want,
but they're still there.
The fears I have,
that aren't really there.
YOU ARE READING
They're still there
PoetryRunning away from problems doesn't get rid of them. In learning that the hard way.
