Hushed Voices

Hushed voices speaking,
ever so sweetly,
In the back of my mind.
Your okay,
your okay.
The monster lingers,
in front of my face,
spitting words
they are never kind.
The monster's mouth moves,
hatred spews.
I draw back,
into the most,
recessive parts,
of my thoughts.
Where hushed voices,
my own voices,
sweetly whisper,
your okay,
I'm okay.