There are voices that echo inside my head. They start as whispers, only to be followed by roars. You are worthless. You will never be enough. Repeated and repeated again, echoes are echoed and enough becomes worthless. They play in my mind, using my voice as the chord for the chorus that strikes. You are worthless. You will never be enough. The voices never seized, till I decided that what is theirs is now mine. A song plays off in the distance, a fire crackles behind the determination in my eyes. There were once voices that echoed inside my head.