A teenage girl
She lies in bed
Trying to calm
The storm in her head
She tosses and turns
She cries and wails
Silencing the voices
To no avail
She turns on the music
Hoping it helps
But the music just makes
The voices grow loud
This girl is me
I speak of myself
The voices have won
I am not myself
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