Everybody has a voice inside their head.
A voice that tells them they’re not good enough.
A voice that never stops whispering.
A voice that colours their insides black.

It starts out subtle.
Like a gentle guide.
Until one day, it turns to constant nagging
that criticizes every move you make.

And sometimes it's difficult.
On some days you don't want to continue.
But you just shut the door,
and end up finding comfort in your tears.

Trust me when I say,
I am not someone who breaks easy.
The only problem is…
My voice exists outside my mind.