All I hear are elusive echoes of self-depreciation and hatred. 

Tracing my memory back to precise occurrences of emotional distress and pain.

The nature of numbness bouncing through the walls of my mind. 

Will this arduous voice ever be silenced? 

No one knows better how to get under your skin than the mind enclosed beneath it. 

We take on the role of nurture or torture whenever we engage in simple thought.

I envy those who experience tranquillity. 

An essence which my head is persistently searching for.

My internal monologue throws my psyche back and forward and back again.

Maybe some of us are not meant to be equipped with ease.

We are built upon the bricks of hardship we have unwillingly consumed.

Nonetheless, those are the exact bricks that make us stand taller.

Hence, we must try to listen without any judgment. 

Hopefully, one day these echoes will be silenced.