I sometimes wonder where I would be if I didn’t have that voice inside me,
Telling me I should give up, I’m not worth it, I’m ugly, stupid & fat,
That voice inside me screaming at me, making me feel I have to see the local quack.
The screams get louder and louder, while I become weaker & weaker,
However, what that voice don’t know, is I get more eager,
Eager to win the battle between myself & my madness,
My friends bring me joy & my family brings kindness,
These are the very things that the voice can’t bear and this is why I am so lucky to have friends and family, who love me and care.
When the world is shouting at you, give up,
It’s like a turning lock, it wants you to feel as to what the voice makes me feel,
Powerless, faceless, speechless, unimportant and indecent,
The world is full of stigma, with it they bear the sign of hate,
I feel I have to pass the ethical & a narrow-minded gate,
In order to achieve in this damned, judgmental world,
These people do not know they have sold their soul to hate things they do not understand.
But wait, there’s guidance, a whisper among the herd of negativity,
I can hear my voice coming back, giving me my sanity,
It brings warm joy, hugs, and acceptance,
Something that people cannot or wish to understand,
I will carry on running to my goals, even if I run myself into the ground,
I will not quit, the voice and the stigma in this world are just waiting for me to drop, but they are giving me a reason,
For myself to enjoy life in every season,
Whether it’s Winter, Summer, Autumn or pretty spring,
I look out of my window and see beauty as I see the birds open their beaks and they sing.
I thank this world for keeping me going,
For not letting me quit my future showings,
Where I will find love,
Where I will find my dove bearing its heart to me,
Where I can finally be free,
Free to change the world with words & actions,
Where I will not be sanctioned.
So what am I trying to say, is never quit,
Don’t feel you have to run up that hill alone,
Don’t feel you have to suffer in pain,
Don’t feel you have nothing to gain from speaking out,
Don’t feel you can’t shout out to the world,
Don’t feel you have to cry behind closed doors,
Don’t feel that you are a lost cause,
Don’t feel you can’t live like this anymore,
Don’t pretend this feeling your going through is not sore,
Don’t feel you have to lie,
Don’t feel you need a reason to cry, just cry,
Don’t feel you have to quit, you are strong, you are a sleeping warrior,
Once you see that your mental health and your voice inside you is your armour,
Nothing will stop you.
Be strong, I am with you, going through the same thing too.