The Cruel Voices

I stared as they ran, laughter so wild.
They moved freely, unbridled, and agile.
I put in every effort to follow, but my steps betrayed me.
My rhythm forced, like a melody frayed.

“You’re not like us!” the cruel voices shouted in unison.
Words sharp as knives.
The loud laughter pierced, making my fragile skin tremble.
A scar forming where self-worth should have been.

The cruel voices grew louder as I stared at my reflection,
The flaw they mocked me for, the thing I saw.
A silent war in my heart,
Funny, the battle was lost before it could even start.

Time passes by like the wind, but the cruel voices remain.
A catchy tune still chanting my pain.
Why can’t I just embrace the thing that makes me unique?
However, reaching acceptance is climbing a mountain peak.

The screeching noises never stop, in soul and body,
The cruel voices in my dreams,
Reminding me that I am not whole,
When will I begin seeing myself as more?
Forgetting the child left outside the door.