It's the morning dash. Trying to get myself and everything ready.
Breakfast has been served, lunches made, bags by the door and now my hair has air dried and I'm ready to put my makeup on.
I look in the mirror, grab my eye pencil and there they are again.
They chatter amongst themselves and to me.
Do their best to rip me to shreds and tear me down till there's nothing left.
I used to think I was free. I struggle every day with these voices from the past.
I breathe, put lipstick on, put a smile on and walk away.
Tomorrow morning... they'll be there again.