The Voice Within
A Suffocation of My Mind
By Valerie PurrettaPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
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I hate sitting in public.
My thoughts run wild;
people around me,
unaware of my mind.
Hot air surrounds me,
engulfing my lungs.
Please,
help me.
I can't breathe.
That voice within,
it laughs at me.
"You are so weak."
Help.
"They're all judging you."
Please.
"Imagine being this pathetic."
Let me go.
I watch, helplessly,
as those around me socialize.
They are living.
They Can live.
I can't.
Not with this voice.
It strangles me.
A stranger approaches me.
"They think you're weak."
I slap on a smile--
brighten my eyes.
I've learned the tricks.
They make up some small talk,
and I fail to entertain.
"How embarrassing,
you can't even talk to them."
Make up an excuse.
I need them to leave.
I need quiet.
Make the voice go away.
Please,
I can't live like this.
Not anymore.
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