There are lots of voices inside my head waiting to be heard.
I’m drowning in my own thoughts
And I don’t know whether I should rejoice or be sad.
I keep on begging God to reveal my purpose in life
But it seems like he has turned against me for being a spoiled brat.
I demand perfection yet I’m too lazy to sweat.
Who do I blame for the apocalypse that has overshadowed my life?
What I know is that I’m not giving up on my dream without a fight.
I am a writer and I’m being haunted by the voices I’ve been silencing for too long.
They live and they too deserve to be heard.