Busy

I'm a busy person
Everyone know it
Everyone tells me to 'not stress myself out'
Or 'you're taking on more than you can handle'
But I do it for a reason
Staying busy helps
Helps me to feel like my life means something
I can accomplish things that way
Busy means no time to stop
No time to stop and think
To stop and think about everything
Everything can just be too much
When I do stop
The tears start
And I can't get that condescending voice out of my head
Telling me
'You're not doing anything right'
'You're too selfish'
'You're too stupid'
'You're not beautiful'
'No wonder why you're single'
'You'll never make something of yourself'
'You fail at everything you do'
'You're better off dead'

That's why I stay busy
So I don't have to listen
I know most are lies
But I can't stop hearing them
And once you hear something enough times
It tends to stick
No matter if its true