Why do I feel this way? By Aladi

Time and time again I ask myself this, hoping a response finds its way to me.
Pain, sadness, anger,
All these I feel constantly,
All at the same time. All consuming. They attack continuously,
Each wave stronger than the other.
And each time I do nothing but wallow in each emotion.
Do I know it is pathetic? Yes.
Do I consider this untrue? Yes.
Yet, I struggle against believing this.
The voices are to blame for it.
Faceless but not nameless, they band together
to torment me.
They revel in ecstasy at my pain.
I know them. I embrace them. I accept them. And yet I hate them.
Still, I wait for them to tell me why I feel this way.