I hate the little voice in my head telling me what I should do

My happiness is not enough, IT has to tell me otherwise

The surface of me is bright, the inside is falling apart

But the voice never goes away, it drags me further into the abyss

It puts me into chains with broken keys to fix

Only a few can repair them...

Sometimes all of the keys are turned into small glass pieces

These are impossible to repair...

Then the voice turns into a leader, it never stops telling me things I didn't want to hear

I hate it, I hate what I've become

The voice... it keeps getting louder. It hurts.

But you know what? I'm glad...

I'm glad, because they are happy

But I can't be sure about their little voice...