There are too many voices inside me.
One asks for love so softly no one hears.
One urges me to write incessantly.
One sings an aria of all my fears.
One swears that I’m the best at what I do.
One reminds me that fame will not be mine.
One kicks me every time I don’t come through.
One nags me till I sulk and mutter “Fine.”
Voices that tell me nothing I will make
Is worth it, so why bother even trying?
So many voices calling me a fake
And only two of them are never lying:
The one that catalogues my every shame
And one that’s always whispering your name.
Copyright 2016 Matthew J Wells