Sometimes...... It is how it is.....

You couldn't possible fill that need, like a thousand hiding voices whispering this is who I am. I fight the pressure, the growing need rising like a wave prickling and teasing and prodding to be fed, but the whispering gets louder and it is screaming now, and it is the only voice I hear. The only voice I want to hear, and I belong to it; to this shadow self, to this dark passenger.