The voice inside

I hear, I listen

To the voice inside that cries out.

The voice that has been shut,

for days, for years,.

It wants me to blurt everything out.

Wants somebody to acknowledge,

to hear, to listen.

 

It fears being alone.

It is tired talking to just me,

for a bit too long.

I find it maddening sometimes,

consoling myself,

crying myself to sleep.

Promising that everything,

will be okay.

Waking up the next day,

to the same loneliness,

that haunted it.

 

I try, to do some thing,

talk, pretend to listen,

pretend that I am fine.

Occasionally, I do not pretend.

The voice sometimes blurts it out.

I pretend, pretend that I am a winner.

Pretend I know things,

Read more to know more.

Read to convince the voice inside,

that all is well.

Try to shut it,

Because all it does is call me a loser.

 

I lay on bed, tired.

Check my mobile, read messages,

or engage in some discussion on Facebook.

To distract a bit,

To live a bit, albeit virtually.

I sleep, and,

I wake up the next day,

to the same loneliness,

that haunts it, that haunts me.

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