Scribbled

SURVIVOR OF VOICES

- Faria_Mouree
Broken shards curtained behind loud laughters-
Confidence and empathy a bit more everyday shatters,
People supposed to love, hold me in chains;
My mind, a supposed best friend, holds my reins.
Years of falling to deaf ears, now complain to none
Overthought tears at the merest rise of voice, they run
I look in the mirror and find a stranger staring back-
With old dreams but newer willpower is in lack
“Where is the girl lost who never gave up?
The one who was never loved back yet stayed by?”
She gives me a humorless smile, I know its a lie,
She chokes back tears, her inhale sharp-
‘She is lost, stop looking:
You killed her when you started pretending.’
Yet this pretence is my heart’s identity
A survivor of the voices in her head, broken yet pretty