Those internal incessant voices
Are your repeated words
They are the horrible things said
That I should never have heard
They repeat themselves overtly
And burn within my heart
Until I can only hear them
And they slowly tear me apart
I can be on my own completely
Or smiling within a crowd
The sun could be shining brightly
Or I could be under a storm cloud
They start to strangle me
And cloud my busy mind
Until I can't but help to wish
My mind be free my body left behind
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