Voices.
In my head,
There are so many voices
There is me 
yesterday
There is me 
tomorrow
There is me 
today
The future wants the present to work hard
The present blames the past 
Vicious cycle 
Then there is a group of people,
distant relatives
judging everything 
from school to marriage to work 
Everyone talks 
Every decision feels like the wrong one
There is no way out 
So I ran away
here
I think I escaped
but no 
I jumped from one hell to another 
Sometimes I confused
Sometimes I just couldn't find my own voice 
in midst of this chaos
I couldn't find myself 
so am I 
me?