Echoes ミ⁠●⁠﹏⁠☉⁠ミ

The voices in head are worse than people. It's not a monologue but a multi role taken by, where most of them are your real life and imaginary critics and on the other hand it's you.

They’re loud and unyielding, drowning out any sense of calm or confidence. It’s a struggle to find clarity when they refuse to let up. They creep in during quiet moments, turning thoughts into a mix of self-criticism and anxiety. It’s like having a little critic living rent-free.

They are relentless. They distort reality, amplifying fears and insecurities. In moments of silence, their whispers grow louder, wrapping around like a heavy fog. It’s exhausting, navigating a world where own thoughts feel like the enemy, drowning out any semblance of peace or clarity. Each day is a battle, caught in a cycle of isolation, where hope seems just out of reach.

Voices in head becomes too wild to control, too raw to write, too scathed to fix

Cuz

                  "I've been searching for an exit                                                          BUT                                                                     I'm lost inside my head."