Hate it.
Hate it.
Please make it all go away.
Thoughts make my head pound
like a hammer to a nail.
Make it stop.
Make it stop.
Please.
One moment of quiet.
That's all I ask.
But my head still aches.
Help me.
Help me.
Please,
please,
just make it stop.

Someone's in my head.
But it's not me.
They whisper sweet words that pierce my soul
and shatter my self-confidence.
I hate them, but I need them to stay.
They push me down when I'm already on the ground
and they spit in my face.
It hurts, but the pain is a familiar sensation.
They look the other way like I'm not even there
and I don't blame them.
I wouldn't want to be seen with me either.