voices

Voices.
They surround me.
The news, music, books, friends...strangers...
my own brain

the voices.
they surround me.

Every day they attempt to define me, to prove to me, to make me into who they want me to be. They back me into a corner, attempt to scratch at what I know to be true and sometimes what I can't help but want to believe.
When I look in the mirror, they tell me I'll never be good enough, brave enough, work enough, have enough support, be successful enough. I need to wear more makeup, a...