The Worst Superpower - Minding Reading - THE VOICES

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I was never quite right.

Even upon entering this world, something was wrong.

Completely and utterly and irrevocably wrong.

I was the first to know. I knew it from the moment I heard something I wasn’t supposed to.

I heard too much.

I always found myself behind corners, in front of closed doors, or simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.

“He’s not quite right.” I heard them say.

I wasn’t supposed to know.

But remember, I wasn’t quite right.

I always heard more.

From one day to the next, all I could hear was voices.

Voices,

The voices.

A broken record playing over and over again.

A wish to die.

A wish to live.

A wish for an affair to forever remain buried.

A crime.

A lie.

An admission of guilt.

A whisper.

“I’m in your head.”

It’s in my head.

An itch that couldn't be scratched. A voice in my head.

A voices in my head.

I can hear them.

A plan to die.

A plan to live.

A plan to bury an affair.

A crime, a lie, a wish, a plan, a whisper.

They talk into my head now.

Things I don’t want to hear.

The intrusive thoughts of an everyday psychopath.

I think, therefore, I am.

I think a million times over.

They all think a million times over.

Am I all of them?

I hear you think, therefore, I am you.

I talk too much.

I talk to you all.

Too much.

How else am I supposed to get your thoughts out of my head?

“You are disgusting.”

Such disgusting thoughts you all have.

Is the mind the cesspool of humanity?

What is the mind?

What is humanity?

Oh, but what does cesspool mean?

Where am I.

What’s the Pythagorean theorem?

I can’t remember where I live.

Where do I live?

Oh right, in my mind.

But what is the mind?

I have to go home.

I can’t think anymore.

There’s no room for my own thoughts.

All I hear...Are yours.

“I want to die.”

“I want to keep living, dear Lord, let me keep living.”

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“He can never know. Never, ever know.”

“I killed a man today.”

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“Damn, I can’t believe I made that up.”

“Do I take too long to get ready?”

“I gained two pounds...”

“Why is my nose so crooked?”

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“Why did he look at me like that-”

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“Holy shit how much weight did sh-”

“I wanna see her tak-

“I need to-

“I hate-

“I love-”

“I lust-”

Hush.

Hush

Quiet, please.

Please be quiet.

Can you be quiet?

Stop thinking. I don’t want to be you.

I think, therefore, I am not.

I do not.

Quiet, please, I beg of you.

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I stopped talking to people. Even you.

They don’t like me, and I don’t like them.

I talk to my walls now.

They’re awfully white, but I don’t mind.

They’re much quieter.

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