They said quite your mind,
So I sat down and listened to voices of different kind.
But they don't sit still—
They whisper and nag,bend me according to their will
They chatter and fight like kids in room,
One makes happy choices, another chooses gloom.
“you are okay , you can do this”— a flicker of light
Gets traded by the thought like moonless night..
“what if they laugh and judge”,
It speaks like people are holding grudge.
Sometimes they whisper, soft as a breeze,
Saying things “you can't be free ”,
I try to tell them “can you let me be”
Another one chimes mockingly “not so easily ”.
There are gossip voices, that are wrapped in cruelty—
Making every misstep, like a news on sea....
and there's this small girl, still lost, ungrown,
Wandering asking for place to stay , place to call home.
Sometimes they chorus loudly—
Like the half forgotten song, that keeps you awake daily,
They argue,they fight, like friends who turned enemies...
Throwing words like knife, causing wound with no remedies.
At night they buzz like static down a long road,
I lie counting rhythms , trying to detangle the node.
By morning I beg— “one quite hour”. I plead.
They laugh. They mocked, but at last all agreed.
So here I am sitting with them. Messy, alive and aware
Giving loudest a glare, smallest a care.
And sometimes I meet am voice—
Same as mine, Clear as ice,
Not the loudest, or meanest comment,
Just another me ,telling me “dont let them give your soul a dent”.
