Sometimes we all hear those voices. But it's harder to remember they can't chase us if we don't run. This is the kind of poem I like to print and post on my mirror. this poem was also written by a teen. Pretty great stuff.AFRAID
Do you hear the voices
floating through the wind
following me,
they laugh and whisper
as I turn and my hair blows forward
attempting to shield my face.
I’ve yet to realize
they can’t chase me
if I don’t run from them.
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