I'm so sorry for this late post, I'm a freshman in high school and I've had a LOT going on lately! Thank you! Vote and comment (ᵔᴥᵔ)

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I want to rip my hair out,

Like the petals of of a flower.

I want to hide myself,

As if I was a solider at war,

Hiding from the enemy.

There's a problem though.

I'm my own enemy.

The enemy

That constantly breaths you in the back

And is right in your face

At the same time,

But yet is never seen.

Like a ghost

Fluttering around your body,

Watching your every move.

The little voice

Controlling your body,

Controlling every thought you have.

Every time it seems to disappear

It comes back and says,

"Don't get your hopes too high

You're still a failure."

I want to get it out,

Grabbing on my hair,

Hoping that

The voices cling to the roots of my hair,

As they get ripped out.

I want the voices,

Like petals,

To disappear.