Empty.

A thousand voices,

All sounding like my own,

Speak over one another.

I can’t do anything to please them.

Nothing is good enough for them,

Nothing is enough.

Persistent and savage,

They rip me apart and devour me,

In larger portions everyday

Some are scared,

Terrified even.

Of everything.

They screech endlessly.

Some are dark,

Somber and tired.

They have one wish:

Self-destruction.

My head is so full.

Yet, at the end of each day,

I am left feeling entirely

Empty.