The Voice- A Poem By Charlotte Humpries
Updated: Jan 13
Digital illustration of Mayer Short
I thought this voice was a friend.
It would help me to improve myself,
by telling me that I was not enough.
There is a voice in my head.
I thought it spoke the truth.
I would listen to all of its words,
and slowly it took over all of me.
There is a voice in my head.
I realised the voice was mine.
The criticism removed my identity.
I became a shadow of myself,
trying to become what it wanted.
There is a voice in my head,
One day I stopped to question it.
I pondered if the voice was helpful.
It didn’t like that thought at all,
only getting louder to drain it out.
There is a voice in head,
I noticed it stopped me living.
I was too afraid to do new things.
I spent so long listening to it,
Missing out on so many opportunities.
There is a voice in my head,
I stopped arguing with it.
I accepted it was a part of me.
It became was a lot less powerful.
I could learn to ignore its words.
There is a voice in my head,
It now warns me of danger.
When it gets too vocal or puts me down.
I tell it to shh and not to shout,
Because being me isn’t all that bad.
There is a voice in my head.
Just a voice it is.