Voices

I hear these noises so often

I hear myself scream back at them,

"Stop!Stop!"

I wish they wouldn't say it.

I wish they would be nice.

"Your voice is like a razor clawing through me at night"

I hate the fact they hate me.

I hate them so much.

"You've broken me finally"

My eyes are cracked,

My eyes are burning.

"I'm the girl with the shattered eyes"

This poem is about: 
Me

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