Unspoken Whispers

My mind races none stop like a patient in the insane  asylum hearing voices that tell me where I should go and who I should be. My heart beats slow like I am taking my last breath, with me hoping I would continue to breathe. The voices in my head like a tiny whispers tell me how my worth is depleading and how I'm dying, I'm bleeding. How I will  never amount, and how my feeling will never count. How my body is all they see, and how I'm an uneducated bitch pretending to be more than what I really am.  Those whispers in my head are of you a person who doesn't see the truth. A parent, friend, or lover who thinks less of me. And the blind society only seeing the stereotypes built from a closed minded world too ignorant to see more. Those whispers are there to reassure me that as long as they are there I'm doing everything I'm supposed to and that they are those that couldn't see past the shades put to their eyes, those not really seeing, those that are blind to the queen god made me to be and woman who is going to continue strive. Strive to be the person she can be in her life.