Photo by Maksym Kaharlytskyi on Unsplash the thoughts that fill my mind get me lost every time i listen because she is incessant because ignoring her is impossible her voice leads into a labyrinth where every turn is toward self-destruction turn right: find fear turn left: insecurity straight: unending grief behind: self-hate the way out is blocked. i stumble through the passages toward every dead-end my face tear-stained her voice a brutal attack against my core. this path creates confusion this one unmakes me shreds my self-respect i have nothing left. she makes me unwhole. i have forgotten that in listening i need not believe i need not internalize every utterance as truth but it's too late. i am disoriented unhinged too far from home