I sit here in silence

All I can hear is the sound of the sweet voices in my head

They tell me sweet things

They tell me how pretty I am

How smart I am

How lucky I am

The words just eloquently dance around my head

My body is s filled with a strange feeling that I have felt many times

Later I have come to realize that that feeling is self-loathing

Although the words dance in my head this feeling is always there

Deep down inside

In the pit of my stomach

I see myself making all the mistakes over and over and over again

I never cease to disappoint myself in any way, shape or form

But there are so many sweet voices

I hear them

But why can’t I listening to them?