The Voices in my Head

I liked the shrill laughter and fun conversations better,

They made the world at large seem like a lofty playground

 

Then I grew up, and the voices took different turns

Some turned to screams at the dead of the night

Some to random statements of not being enough

 

I’m walking my days, trying to find the good voices again

When you see me, drop a few nice words, would you?

Thank you.