A Voice Poem by Poetry Therapy

It was born inside of me,
I didn't know until I tried it.
This voice in my head,
was pushing me ahead.
It tricked me,
It made me believe it,
It teared me apart in every way.
Maybe I wanted to be special,
maybe this way I can get better.
I don't want to though,
I cannot move on.
I'm stuck in the past,
in all the things that could change at once,
if i had ignored that voice,
that snicky little voice,
who told me to believe,
who taught me to be fake,
when the world starts suddenly to shake.
These days I just wonder,
did the voice run away?