Voices

The voice inside my head talks to me

my consciousness scolds me, begging me to stop,

to let go,

she pleads with me.

The voice I hear isn't who I thought it would be,

but instead the voice I dread;

Demon, is that you?

The voices I hear, they pull me 

they scold me,

they try to love me.

All I hear, from time to time, is an overlap of 

Voices, they won't leave me be.

From time to time, I shut them out,

I can focus, I can hear my own symphony 

God, now that's a relief.

Hana, is that you?

The voice inside my head claps for me,

Cheering me onward,

forward,

relentlessly motivating me.

Yet from time to time,

I hear the voice I dread;

Mother, is that you?

I try to let go,

Forcing myself to smile,

When what I feel is emptiness, sadness

isn't that called depression?

The voices inside my head,

they won't leave me be.

I love myself so much,

it's funny really;

I beg myself sometimes to stop the tears,

other times I beg myself to cry,

just to feel something other than what is not.

The voices inside my head,

they hold me close,

comforting me,

various tones and sounds, murmuring,

saying, "I love you, I need you, you're okay"

I finally hear myself say,

"I know. I will be okay."