It’s happening again, I hear,
The voices creeping ever near.
They twist my mind, they cloud my sight,
And steal the peace I crave at night.

"You're useless," they declare aloud,
Their echoes dark, their tone so proud.
I fight, but still, they seem to win,
For once again, I’m giving in.

Oh, the weight of emotions that seize control,
A silent storm that consumes the soul.