This poem has a mixture of the stress every teenagers deals with. But it also talks about the stress and voices I hear all the time from my parents telling me I am this, I am that. I have PTSD so those things that my parents told me I hear over and over again in their words. I end up having flashbacks and remember moments very detailed and voices the voices are the worst. I can go back to certain moments and just hear their voices so I decided to make a poem about some of the things I hear all the time. Some of the other things in the poem are just things people have asked me or told me, it is a mixture of a lot of different voices I remember and hear sometimes. I hope you liked this poem if you did please leave a like and a vote, thank you!