The voices in my head

they take over and push me to the point.

They tell me I am not good enough.

That I am just messing up.

Every step I take is a mistake.

Every word, a lie.

The voices in my head

aren't the one to give me good thoughts.

No but the oppisite,

the thoughts in my head.

They are taking over.

The voices in my head.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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