We all have those voices, the people inside your head.
All you can hear is them even when you go to bed.
When they talk some say just don't quit.
While others say others say you can't do it.

These voice strike when you don't need them.
When you can see the gem.
Right outta your reach.
But they'll just use a leech.

They get on you when you need to do good.
And all they'll do is ht you with some plywood.
The try to break you and burn you
They'll try to use your feelings in a stew.

But if you don't acknowledge and you push.
You'll make them all want to hide in a bush.
For if you can say no more outta you all.
They will look at you appalled