Who ya listening to?

Is it the voice in your head
that tells you you’re not enough,
or the one in your chest
that says you were made for this?

Who ya listening to?

The crowd that never showed up
when you needed them most,
or the quiet in the room
that held you when they left?

Who ya listening to?

The past that keeps talking
long after it should have gone silent,
or the future that’s been waiting
for you to finally arrive?

Who ya listening to?

Because every voice gets a vote
but not every voice
deserves a say.

Some were never for you.
Some were afraid of you.
Some were only echoes
of someone else’s doubt
wearing your name.

Who ya listening to?

Because the one worth hearing
doesn’t always shout.

It waits.
It knows you’ll come back to it.
It sounds like the truest version
of who you are
when no one’s watching.

That’s the one.

Listen to that one.