The voice

Do you listen to the voice inside?

Sometimes, when the lights are off and everyone else is asleep... I can hear it. I can hear myself deep down and she is telling me to wake up; to take off the rose-colored glasses, take that advice you’ve been giving for so long, take a chance and face the word alone. She promises I’m strong enough, brave enough, beautiful enough. I am enough. But somehow when I drift off to sleep and wake up from dreams... I’ve forgotten her voice; my voice. It’s like we’re parted in a crowd and I can see her lips moving but the sound doesn’t reach me. When the lights are on I am not enough and everything she has said is forgotten like an old memory that I wish to god that I could get a hold of. She used to be me. But now I’ve lost her, by losing myself in someone who doesn’t care that they’ve pulled me further into the crowd; further away from her.