Inhuman

Summary

The web content is a personal and evocative poem titled "Inhuman," which explores the tormenting experience of living with auditory hallucinations that induce feelings of worthlessness and fear.

Abstract

"Inhuman" is a poignant poem that delves into the psychological turmoil caused by auditory hallucinations. The author describes an unrelenting internal battle where constant screaming and derogatory labels like 'animalistic', 'monster', and 'insane' echo within the mind. These voices, which can manifest at any time, are so convincing that the individual struggles to distinguish them from reality, leading to a state of perpetual fear. The voices not only mimic the poet's thoughts but also instill a terror of being exposed and judged by others, reinforcing the poet's sense of being 'inhuman'. The poem concludes with an invitation for readers to explore more of the author's work, with links to similar themed pieces.

Opinions

The author feels overwhelmed by the auditory hallucinations, which are described as relentless and all-consuming.
There is a deep-seated belief in the negative messages conveyed by the voices, which contributes to a sense of self-doubt and worthlessness.
The fear of being heard or seen by others while responding to the voices suggests a profound concern about societal judgment and stigmatization.
The use of terms like 'animalistic' and 'inhuman' reflects the author's internalization of the hallucinations' accusations, indicating a possible impact on self-identity.
The author's request for readers to follow their work implies a desire for connection and understanding from others who may share similar experiences.

A poem on the effect of auditory hallucinations

It’s endless screaming, inside my head, Endless screaming. They’re constantly yelling at me, Saying nothing in particular. I only get the feeling they’re telling me I’m worthless: ‘Animalistic’, ‘wired wrong’, ‘monster’, ‘insane’, ‘Inhuman’.

Sometimes they come in the night, Sometimes in the day; Sometimes they take me by surprise, But more often than not I can see them coming; And sometimes I can see them in my peripheral vision, Right behind me, Like a shadow.

The worst part is that I believe them- I’ve got no reason not to.

Sometimes they just tell me my own thoughts. I know they’re not real but it’s almost as though they’re so loud That they’re impossible for someone else not to hear And I get scared because sometimes they’re bad thoughts. Other times, I get scared because I forget they’re not real, I reply aloud and then I’m afraid somebody else had heard me And that they’re going to attack me.

It’s constant fear, inside my head, Constant fear. I’m always afraid the voices will be heard And I’ll be on display And everyone will judge me For what I am- Inhuman.

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