Consumed By One's Self

It's so hard to hear over the petty, asinine squabling in my head. I hold my tongue just to have two other voices pull at the strings in my mind. They tell me to say things the other two wouldn't. They push at the inside of my teeth; prying my jaws open with their little black hands. 

But, a white wave can drown them.That white, moonlit wave can drown us all. He envelops me; dragging me into the night sky lit with a solitary feature. I can only get my voice out with clenched teeth and the sound sof passion in dark bedrooms. 

I am lost in a corridor with a thousand doors on every side. I open them only to find me with a different face; a different name. I open my mouth only to watch with wide eyes as the breath of my lungs, and the words from my lips, exit theirs.

This is what it feels like to be consumed by one's self. A hundred voices, a hundred faces, in one body. I am not who I choose to be.