WORK OF FICTION

I have always experienced voices in my head,

and I know many others have too.

At times, these voices are consistent, while at other times they may vary.

Occasionally, they fill me with overwhelming anger,

and at other times they make me forget my name.

I am struggling to articulate it, but I know I am not alone.

Many of us have dealt with the constant presence of multiple inner voices,

talking in our heads – a phenomenon commonly known as insanity.

Nobody is completely sane.

If you claim to be –your claims are lies, and here’s why.

We have all experienced some form of mental instability at some point.

I understand that the voices change.

There is nowhere to escape them,

so there is no point in attempting to do so.

We must embrace them in this marble shaped cage.

We must sit here and simply, endure the pain.

We must sit here and adapt.

We must sit here and navigate through their manipulative games

– falling for their traps.

The voices in our minds will persist, they shriek, taunt, and laugh.

They are ingrained into our consciousness, whether we are asleep or awake.

I cannot silence them.

They emerge at any time, whether day or night,

revealing my true identity and that is acceptable.

The tones in my mind are permanently embedded.

I’ve accepted all of that - I’ve accepted myself, and here’s how.

I have come to accept my fate,

and after many years of wishing my inner voices away,

I’ve become comfortable with their embrace.

I’ve screamed into the darkness more times than any soul should have to endure – it is so hard to take.

I’ve walked through the flames.

I have attempted to run only to realize,

that there was never meant to be a way out – no escape.

No path of freedom from this place, no release from these chains.

A way to regain my sanity was never mine to take.

Sanity is a fictional concept in this crowded place.

I’ve counted the numerous holes within the walls,

it is the same number each time, the blueprints of my downfall.

I have always been searching for a glimpse of sanity’s presence.

But it is a faceless entity, it never truly existed.

To me, sanity will always be a work of fiction.

So, stop wasting your time searching for it.

You do not have much time left.

That is the answer – you are here, and the chaos does not end.

The voices in your head are all there ever were,

and all there will ever be.

Sanity is simply, a work of fiction.