monster

there are voices  in our heads,
echos we can't explain,
some are louder than the other,
sometimes we try to control them,
 but at the  end it what control us,

the voices in my head get loud,
the  are tearing me apart,
what is left of me,so small,
i wish i could turn them off,
if i had the chance to,

there are monster in everyone,
they make us think we strong,
and then they break us with time,
living us weak and weary,
and leting us down,

but i no longer live in fear,
and trusting in God is the key,
for God will lead us all,
to his beautifull promise land.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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