The Voice

At what point do the words that they say become who you are? At what point are you that loser, that nobody The one who can't do it right? At what point is it when that's who you are? These thoughts, questions, comments, these words They hold a grip The kind of grip that keeps you so tight it leaves scars The choke-hold that makes you question who you are, who's you are At what point are you who they say you are When are they right But at what point do you stop listening to them When do you pause & listen to that still, small voice The voice that tells you who you truly are The small voice that tells you who's you are The one who says you are made in Perfect image The one who has His Perfect Will for your life The one who says He loves you & Truly means it The one who made you with Beauty, Love & Care When are you going to listen to that voice? The voice that says that you are worthy enough to die for.