The Voices Swing Back

Voice in my head says, “You’re fine, just breathe.”

Another snaps back, “Lie again and I’ll leave.”

Both sound like me,

but one’s sick underneath—

a counterfeit grin

with corruption in its teeth.

I swing from calm to carnage in one inhale,

reason swings back

like a hammer to my shell.

Every thought splits,

every shadow derails—

arguing who’s real

while my sanity fails.

And silence stands tall

like a jump with no ground—

a fall in my mind

just waiting for sound.

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Swinging between worlds

I can’t get aligned,

one blinding bright,

one dark and unkind.

Every step tilts,

every truth gets declined—

sanity swings

but never signs.

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I’m swinging at myself in a war I can’t win,

one pulls me forward,

one drags me back in.

They wear my face,

call me fake,

slice the spin—

fear swings sharper

than the bones in my skin.

I’m stuck in the ring

where my thoughts collide—

swinging at myself

from the inside.

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“You’re weak,” one hisses.

“You’re lethal,” one spits—

both swing insults

like fists made of wit.

The world tilts sideways,

a sick little skit—

hallucinations swinging

in a dance that won’t quit.

Me vs. Me

in a two-man fight,

voices tag-teaming

for control of the night.

And sometimes my thoughts

jump edges in spite,

chasing the quiet

just to taste how it bites.

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Swinging between urges

that never align—

one wants peace,

one edits the timeline.

I try to silence them,

they scream back in rhyme—

fear mixed with truth

and a spark of landmine.

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I’m swinging at myself in a war I can’t win,

one whispers calm,

one tears at my skin.

Every memory mutates

when the voices begin—

two minds swinging

in circular sin.

I reach for something real,

it falls through the cracks—

sanity swings

then never swings back.

Stuck in the ring

where my thoughts reside—

swinging at myself

from the inside.

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