Self-Talk Poem by Lanna Reece

Self-Talk

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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