You sneak in my room as I turn out the light,
You whisper in my ear,
“You know they don’t like your right?”,

You leave me sobbing and shaking,
You leave me broken from the fight,
“What more do you want from me, is it my life?”

In the morning you oversleep,
I try to get ready,
As I leave for the door,
You manage to grab me,

I can manage a smile,
A few simple greetings,
But you won’t let me chat,
You want to tell me the horrible things they are thinking,

You are not my friend,
You are not trying to help me,
You are the dark voice in my head,
And I will not let you beat me