You know that little voice that won't stop talking, the one that keeps you up at night, that little shrewish good for nothing echo that just won't shut up You feel that glaring side eye that speaks of judgement, that stress infused oil of a remark that seeps deep within, that conspicuous egotistical know it all that only adds to the pressure inside. You see that culture that takes it upon themselves to diagnose your feelings as an outcome of “evil eyes”, apparently we’re all doctors now and apparently we haven't tried yoga? And if that wasn't clear enough we apparently haven't thought of those who've had it worse than us. We would love nothing more than to switch it all off, had there been a button for that. Trust me we’ve tried. Save us your it'll get better.com, your PhD in I’ve figured life out advice. Some call us crazy, others prefer the word lazy and the thesaurus definitely favors the term lunacy. Wouldn't it be easy to just give up, raise the white flag and call it a life. But wouldn't that be giving into what they want. It's their world against ours and who wants to see them win. we’re the perfectionists, the self-doubters, the over-thinkers, the analysts. we’re the “I already made plans” introverts. the ones who can’t see the beauty in our reflections - the ones who toy with the idea of death itself. we’re the ones who make others laugh, even while our hearts bear the weight of sunken sadness. we are the ones who shake our legs and double-lock our doors, just to be safe. we are the voices who go unheard. the voice of the kinder sub-conscious. we are the armor of all those like us. we are neversaydie.