The voice in my head
There's this voice in my head that screams of agony. It screams for help, it screams for love. It scratches the inside of my skull making a screeching sound. The sound of a chalk being dragged in the opposite direction on the blackboard. It makes my ears ring. It rings like the bell on a medieval clock tower. Loud enough to reach the ears of each individual in a small town. Yet only I can hear it.
It makes my vision blurred. It makes my heart pound faster, my legs tremble, my body perspire. Yet on the outside I appear calm as a moonlit night.
Sometimes the voice is gone. It is still and there is only silence. The voice of this silence is vexing. It makes me uncomfortable. I start looking for the voice in my head. I keep searching for it outside. In people who can hurt me. The people in whom I had once believed. In the stories of betrayal. In the incidents of disgust. In the moments of disappointment. In the actions of mistrust.
I keep looking for it everywhere I can, but in vain. I find it nowhere except for the people I had trusted. The demons who appear as saints, with their sugar-coated lies. The voice echoes from the sound of their envy, their brewing hatred, from the heat of their jealousy. The fire that can burn down relationships. The vibrations that can dismantle friendship, trust and love.
The voice in my head! It helps me identify such people. It tells me stories of such people. It reminds me of my good heart. It warns me not to open it for everyone.
~RV
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