Voices of reason?

They tell me im wrong,
what i feel
what i think
what i hear
what you say

they ignore my cries
so loud
so often
so painful
so quaint

they talk about my face
so unhappy
so bland
so undercover
so disgusting

they blame me
for crying
for smiling
for being silent
for pain

so i cut
i scream
i cry
i melt
i disappear
i drain
i die

but its ok because they keep pushing me and telling me its ok...

they want me to die and cry

those voices
those silent cries
those painful laughs

its them