Telling me what to do.
Shouting at what I should do, what I want to do,
what I might do.
Whispering what I should be, who I should be,
how I should be.
Chastising me, whining at me, marching me forward.
Drill sergeant voices
yelling in my ears,
Pounding on my eyes,
hammering in my brain.
Grinding my teeth,
forcing smiles from my lips,
and shoving words out of my mouth.
No wonder I have so many headaches.