His presence quiets the voices within my head
The voices that point out how many people could be looking at me
How they could be analyzing me, tearing me apart for all to see
Their sound of laughter is their way of mocking me
These voices echo within my body, their honestly killing me,
Their brutality making self-consciousness a constant enemy
With no pity, they attack and aim to **** all ease
But with him, it is different, the voices take a break
From their daily schedule of mocking and ridicule
His voice fills my head, a soothing alibi to fight with me
But I know without him square one is a certainty, no improvement
I will be a stranded soldier, fighting an army,
Of voices with no weapons, but words that bring me to my knees
So for now, with no unease, I will enjoy the quiet and hope he stays with me