The Liars in my Head

“You’re actually quite ugly.”

Says who?

Says the voices in your head.

But the voices in my head are liars.

They said the knife wasn’t going to hurt.

They said no one was going to miss me.

But they lied.

Because if I left,

who would help mummy style her outfits?

It’s stressful arguing with them every time.

So maybe… you can do it for me.

Tell that girl on the bus her outfit is beautiful.

Tell the guard at the home thank you —

that knowing he’s there helps you sleep better.

Because there’s a little piece of me in everyone,

and the voices don’t just stay with me.

A reminder to be kind — because you never know the invisible monsters people are battling.