The voice

My body tremors,
As I stifle a scream,
"He is lying,
Things aren't as they seem"

I shake my head,
Not wanting to hear,
"You're not good enough,
You know he'll disappear"

I grasp my heart,
Trying to stop the pain,
"Remember last time?
It will end exactly the same"

"He's different", I say,
"He won't leave"
The voice in my head laughs,
"Are you still so naive?"

"Of course he will,
They are all the same,
You never learn,
You've got yourself to blame"

"You'll never be good enough,
You never were,
There are so many others,
That he'd rather prefer"

I don't reply,
It's no use denying,
For I willingly believe;
That the voice isn't lying...